Kelly was dressed nice. But with her huge boobs, everything she wears draws men’s attention. At 34F they just are what they are. Kelly was wearing a...new Victoria’s Secret bra that had the girls front and center with a mile of cleavage. Her dress was black and had a v-cut in front which was crisscrossed with straps that were perhaps an inch wide. Plenty of skin showing, but nothing obscene. The hem was a few inches above the knee, showing her sexy legs. She had a matching pair of black strappy. I threw her on the rug and dropping my own pants, came up behind her and rammed her good. She cried out again and then proceeded to milk me with her cunt muscles while I tried to force myself into the deepest recesses. I felt a frenzy building in my brain when suddenly Kristy reached back and slapped the daylights out of my hip."Goddammit that hurt," I bitched. Kristy gave me a naughty look reached under to grab my cock and placed it at her asshole. I pushed and soon I was firmly entrenched in. When I found out what she had been doing, I was pissed. I told her if she was doing that she would have to make enough to help the family budget. She ended up servicing around five more guys a day. I also wanted her home when I was. So when she was whoring, she had to stay out much later. She ended up sucking off drunks who couldn't even get it up, let alone cum. But they didn't want to admit it. They figured some stupid whore couldn't tell the difference between procdessed beer and jiz. So. The big man eyed the blonde man a minute then nodded accepting the story."You've the damnedest luck, 'nother inch it'd been your head, not the shoulder. Plus, it seems that my men wind up dead a lot 'round you. Might have to put you on scout duty, whether or not you know how." Here the boss looked closer at the blonde man. "Got a feelin', you're good at that too."The blonde man winced a bit as another man ripped his shirt to reveal the burn of a bullet path. The blonde man barely grimaced when.