Like the bedroom and the bathroom, this too could have come straight from the pages of a glossy magazine, a seating area to my left, replete with blac... leather settees and a huge flat screen television, to my right, the kitchen, another gleaming confection of chrome-coloured appliances and granite-topped cabinets. ‘It looks like a show home,’ I heard myself saying weakly as he ushered me across to a rather formal-looking dining table and drew out a chair. ‘It used to be,’ he said, waiting for. Charlie groveled all over her as his mouth alternately popped one lush breast after another. Years of sexual repression peeled away as he buried his lips under her hair on the side of her neck.Afterwards Santa placed them both in a large burlap bag and let them simmer together for the night entangled and locked in each other's limbs. Sally squealed through all the itchy burlap and soggy panties as Charlie chewed savagely on a proffered tender nipple.Santa rubbed his bearded chin and brought out. And I wanted to fuck him.I savored the heat, my nipples throbbing. They rubbed against the smooth surface of the manager’s desk. As I squirmed, they slid across the surface, adding another bit of delight to my excitement. Frank’s hand came down again, the loud slap echoing through the room.“Oh, yes. I was soooo bad,” I moaned. “Punish me.”“Shit,” groaned the manager, his hips thrusting forward, fucking his cock down Natasha’s throat.“So bad,” Janet said, and then her hand slapped down on my. ” Business and breakfast never mixed all that well. Carl ignored it as he piled in more food. Cesar certainly seemed his usual self now. Not at all like last night. He tried to keep his mind off his brother Sweet as well. And Smoke and Ryder. Any plan he made from here on in would involve both of them and a few bullets. Cesar seemed to take the hint this time, “Or we can just chill, homes. Been a while since we just hung out.” “I don’t think we ever hung out, Ceese. Not like this.” “So it will.