How did Justin get beat up? Did he do it to himself or paid someone to do it? Then an evil, yet all too fitting idea appeared in my head. I brought ou... my cell phone and took a few pictures. They might not be able to help the current situation, but it definitely could not hurt. Patiently I waited for the sounds of lust to come to a crescendo of sickening completion. It took a while before I heard her louder than normal scream and his drawn out groan. A grimace washed over my features seeing. .My mobile rang:Are there you are Mr Kingdom,are you working at 110 Hartford Avenue?It was the Mrs Woods, the top woman from the Estate agency;it was unlike her to contact me directly and now I was getting a bit nervous ...was I in trouble?Yes..I'm at the property now.I replied hestitantlyWhere exactly please this is important,I'm here now.I told her ,and barely a second had gone by and then she appeared.She had long brown hair, and a smart,dark business suit,the skirt was above the knee, her. What do you think about doing with them?"The voice of her conscience demanded that she leave her son's room immediately, but Janet made no move to rise from the bed. She was very drunk and by now her gaze was nearly riveted to her son's cock. His prick seemed to swell faster the more she looked. His cock was beginning to throb with obscene little pulses and rise stiffly from where his prick shaft had lain on his leg."Well, you know..."There was a pause of perhaps ten seconds and during this. You were a loser, not because you never tried or applied yourself to something you believed in, you were a looser because people simply more fortunate than you had someone get the chance to succeed for them, unfortunately you weren't born into a family who had the ability to help you through nepotism.Your parents or friends would say "Keep trying John, you can get that job if you try hard' they would always say 'Try hard' well how hard does someone have to try before they get it? you often.