Or the next girl, whatever the case was.My whore played her part as she should over the next three-and-a-half hours, seducing everyone there in a perv...rted game of Last Man Standing. She always wins. Every cock in the woods found it's way into every orifice she had, and her tongue found its way into every pussy and asshole and mouth presented, and she was black and blue from all the slapping and hitting and punching, and her face and hair was drenched with sperm and spit and piss, and I took. The kid was neat and well-groomed. The shop coat he was wearing was cleaner than those worn by the other mechanics. He put the wrench down that he had in his hand, wiping it with a clean shop rag. "John, I'd like you to meet our boss. This is Joe Ambles and he owns this shop as well as some others. He started much like you are doing twenty years ago. Of course he had the advantage of working for his father. Still he is a first-rate mechanic--or was. Now he just runs around giving everyone. He arched his back to pushhis tummy out to give me better access but it barely helped. Then I stuck mytongue in (Genetically Engineered Trait #6: Fergus’s bellybutton is fuckable! Idon’t understand how) I stuck a finger into his bellybutton. Then another. Ferguswas holding my hand as I fingered him, as if unsure whether to stop me or forceme in harder. He was looking down at what I was doing and his head angled in socutely. A trickle of moisture was leaking from his cock. I couldn’t resist. As Ben turned off the TV Julia flung her magazine onto the table, then laid her head on his shoulder. ‘Had enough?’ she asked. ‘For tonight,’ he replied, pulling off his wire-rimmed glasses to rub his eyes. He put his arm around her, and she happily snuggled in closer to his body. They sat in contented silence until Ben’s phone started ringing. He got up from the couch to answer it, stretching his arms as he went. ‘Hello?’ he asked, but barely had the word out before the voice on the other end.