I entered my password and waited for the usual robotic voice telling me the IRS was coming for me if I didn’t give them my banking information.“He...lo? Hello, Tom?”I sat up. That was Eudora, Demie’s mother.“Damnit, I heard your voice. Why aren’t you answering me? Tom! This infernal gadget ... Look, I’m at 4356 Kent Avenue, apartment 304. Please come as soon as possible, and bring Demie. I’m ... not going anywhere ... also, please don’t call this number back.”Luckily, Demie was home, watching TV.. Why did you come, if you want to go now? I know you come here for satisfying you.I had not been slapped like this even from my husband, and this schoolboy is giving me torture. I became uncontrolled, and raised my hand to return his slap to him. He, however, caught and held my hand tightly and bent it towards my back ha ha ha. You will beat me bitch.Beat me, come on beat me you unsatisfied wick woman. He then, held tightly my hair and pulled me towards him. He sucked my lips and bit each of. Frankie’s protests were in vain as Ian sank to the floor in front of Reece quickly undid the studs on his overalls and fed his cock into his mouth, Reece felt his whole world stand still as Ian’s tongue ran down the length of his shaft he knew he was going to let him do whatever he wanted, his cock was reacting like he really didn’t want it too getting harder by the second.Frankie watched as Reece’s head went back and he started to moan loudly, Ian saying he could taste Frankie on him as he. “I’m really, really good.” Mick gave a little whimper as I squeezed his cock much harder than I usually did. “How much have you got in your wallet?” “How much do I need?” Mick asked, trying to push his way between my legs. “Twenty five for a hand job. Fifty for a blowjob and a ton for a fuck.” “That’s steep,” Mick said, crushing my tits in his hands. “You could have had it for free,” I said, twisting myself free of his grip, “if you hadn’t threatened to throw me in the nick. But as it is,.