“But you just said Shaun was good at economics.”“He is, but we were just talking about his business project. He needs to interview a high-level ...xecutive, and since we have one living here, I thought you could help.”Ms. Russo shot Shaun an annoyed glance. “I’m very busy.”“Please, mom? It would only take um…” She looked at Shaun.“An hour,” he said.“An hour,” Amanda repeated. “He helps me, you help him?” Her eyes both pleaded and sparkled.Ms. Russo shrugged. “Fine. We can do it after dinner I. ‘I’m sorry, I have to go I- ‘The act of standing had allowed Ben’s finger to slip deeper, pushing inwards into her inviolate pussy and stirring the little well of moisture that had gathered there.‘Move another inch and I swear I’ll push my finger right through your precious hymen,’ hissed Ben.Stella dared not move. She stood with her knees bent as Ben’s finger moved gently in and out, rubbing across her awakening clit. She was being molested in the grossest sense and yet could do nothing but. Lucille sighed.“I know because I’m beautiful and stylish and rich you probably think… No, let’s not go there.”“Mick wants to fuck you,” Wenny said.“Mick wants to fuck both of us,” Lucille replied, turning to me. “Don’t you, Mick? You and two girls in your private space.”I smiled enigmatically. At least I hoped it was enigmatic rather than just vacant.“Trouble with European men,” Wenny said, “Is they’re too polite to be really rude. And rude is good, isn’t it Luce?”“Well let’s ask him,” Lucille. “We’ve gotta get you out” said Carl. Petra nodded and slid herself out. She dragged her clothes out from next to her and furiously started dressing. Carl, had clearly lost his earlier smooth composure. “Fuck me”, he said. “Give me your number!”, Petra implored. “What!” replied Carl, “we need to get-you-out-of-here!”, he whispered in a panicked tone. “I’m not going anywhere unless I get a number and a guaranteed promise we do this on a regular basis”, Petra was now hooked on Carl and wanted this.