Three grand was a lot for a job like this, whacking a nobody civilian. He wondered if she was a witness or something and that gave him pause. He looke... at the van again, wondering if there might not be a deputy marshal or two in there. Maybe a couple more next door, maybe even one in the room with her. A female, like they were sisters, just waiting for him.Johnny had sworn she'd be alone though. Sid wasn't a rat, but if he got fucked on this one, he thought, those feds might as well give him a. So I stretched him out with a gentle tap on the chin, grabbed a pitcher off some abandoned table (well it looked abandoned to me) and left. Can I help it if the sink broke off the wall in the bathroom? I wasn't the one on it. Talk to Carol.Okay, that all pretty well settled where I was last night, or my last conscious night. Now what was going on here now? I tried moving my hands. No Luck. I could seem to move my feet however.My musings where broken by the bed bouncing. "Hey there, Sleepin'. ” Then she pulled my hips around and forced me to sit upon the bed if I wanted to keep my penis attached to my hips. Then, with a flourish Isabella unclasped her skirts and tossed them over her head, leaving only clothed by her tight corset as she pounced upon me.Once more she grabbed my erection as she placed all her weight on her hand pushing my chest down into her plush feather bed and thick goose down comforters. “Your desire for my ships makes you my prostitute to use how I wish.” Then. "I said pull them apart, slut! You want me to fuck that sloppy hole or not?" I scolded her.Mary squealed when I smacked her ass, adding to the sound of flesh striking flesh. She pulled her ass cheeks apart further and spread her legs wider so I had a perfect view of the wet dripping slit."That's better. Now let's have a look at that nasty hole, shall we?" I scoffed. I ran a fingertip up and down her weeping slit, letting her feel me toying with her swollen lips. I tugged on them, pulling them.