“If that is possible, please,” David replied looking at his crumpled linen suit.Mr. Pattal beamed, “That is no problem Sahib. What colours would...you like for your suits?”After a further ten minutes, Mr. Pattal and his two assistants left him with the promise that he would return in the morning at nine. After they had left, Mr. Smithers handed him a slim briefcase extracting from it a thick leather wallet, “There are £500 in this for you’re out of pocket expenses, Mr. Ramage,” he said before. He more than half expected her to be gone when he returned, but there she was, still tied, waiting for him. He offered her a share of what he had bought, and she refused the meat, but took from the bread and the cakes. She then took what still existed from the torn dress, and formed a bundle, so she could carry her share of their provisions — he hadn’t thought before of letting her carry his bundle, or maybe hadn’t trusted her to do it. He liked the way she looked, walking naked, slightly bent. She also had a good grip on my dick and was stroking it faster with each passing moment. She looked up at me, and whispered in a pleading voice “Horse, I need you inside now.” Not the kind to refuse a reasonable request from a pretty girl I mounted her. Her lubrication allowed me to enter her easily. Her soft cries and sighs of pleasure told me she was thoroughly enjoying my ministrations. I was enjoying it plenty myself, except most of my vocalizations were grunts. I had started with slow. Hank watched him pull off his shirt and rip his pants off. He climbed into the bed and slid under the covers. Hank felt even more tired as he watched Tyshawn get into the bed and close his eyes. He pulled his own shirt off and dropped his pants. He looked down to see his cock hanging limply between his legs. He thought the big guy had seen more action tonight than he had in a while. This bed was going to be just what he needed. He slipped under the covers and sleep hit him almost the.