"She backed away a touch, eyes not leaving Faye who was groaning softlyin a state of purely addled desire, hands roaming about her body withoutan inch...of shame or modestly. "Don't you think that's a little much?"I shook my head slowly. "You don't get a say in the matter. You're allmy property."Fear grew in her eyes as the implications of what I said began to sinkin. "No way..." You should be grateful I didn't do more." I felt my tongue play acrossmy lips. "It's hard to step on ants without. “Why can’t I go back to Grimethorpe Rep?” I asked plaintively, referring to one of the worst jobs Flick had ever got me. A draughty rehearsal room which doubled as a scout hut and a theatre that had lost any splendour the Victorians might have given it. Lights that sometimes worked, a curtain with moth holes and one dressing room for all the cast. Add to that the worst set of lodgings I’d ever had because the widow Boycott, landlady, was mean, had a nasty dog and occasional hot water. She was. "Thank you, you're quiet a fuck yourself, I thought your pussy was going to tear my dick off." He replied. "I can't believe your body, you look like a little girl, but you have these" He said putting his left hand onto my left tit, massaging it gently."Don't forget about my juicy ass" I joked, wiggling it up against him, wiping our combined releases onto his stomach."So can I see it, your penis?" Adam asked."Um, sure, if you want. I hated it forever, but I'm starting to come around to it. "Fine, first we wash the dishes and then we watch people fucking. I want to see people fucking; I like fucking. Fucking is fun. Don't you like fucking?" Anya teased."Fuck, yeah," Travis approved, "let's wash the dishes."With the last dish dripping in the drying rack, Travis raced to the bedroom to dig out his porn from his suitcase. He was not one to spend lavishly on porn and he had picked up several disks out of the bargain bin at a seedy adult store (is there any other type) on his way out.