"If I got my hands on some Wrens I would make them be my slaves; they'dhave to do all the shitty jobs that I'm forced to do," Jean Burgessslurred.As t...e lads got drunker, they became more boisterous, and theirramblings more preposterous."Yeah! How good would that be! Getting our own bevy of Wrens to do ourbidding, to wait on us and do all our shit duties," Billy Marronguffawed.Spike Jones was sitting sullenly listening to his mates ramble; he wasgerminating an idea. The sailors got drunker. I always do what Don Vito asks. He is a very powerful man" was the answer I got.She left me to eat my pizza.I was just starting on my second slice when "they" walked in the front door. You know that old expression, "It takes one to know one?" It got very quiet in the restaurant. Everybody eating or drinking suddenly made it their business to look elsewhere, anywhere but at the new arrivals.The little place soon emptied out faster than if someone had yelled, "Fire."My eyes locked on the two. Those rubber dildos are so dull.” “I am glad to be able to provide for you Gina,” I said between moans of my own. “My pussy is only for you now,” she said and grabbed my butt. “I want you to fuck my pussy real good!” “I will Gina, and I help you with any problem you need.” “Anything?” she asked me as I was getting very deep. “Anything, baby” I answered and kissed her. “Mmmm, alright then…can we do anal?” Gina asked me after she broke our kiss. “I love getting my cock stuck in dirty. I know you are going to do what you want, anyway. When I was in my early twenties, I decided I needed to have a home of my own, and to do that, I needed to make some money fast. I worked on a fish boat in Alaska, I peddled my ass, I transported a few shipments of heroin across the country. Yeah, I did that. When I got enough , I walked into a real estate office here and paid cash money for this house. So, Sylvia, I am not one to lecture you on morality, okay ?. I'll do any kind of sex thing you.