Sandra cunt started getting wet while she listened. She was beginning to reach down to stroke it when she heard a car drive up in the driveway."Got to...go honey", she told Marcie. "Looks like my new slave is arriving." "Can't wait to have my turn with the bitch later. Bye, bye. Enjoy."She hung up the phone as the doorbell rang. Getting up with only the towel wrapped around her she walked over and opened it.Mr. Van Horn, John, stared at the brown skin body in disbelief and lust."Come on in. I have hazel eyes. And a slight tan. I'm 6'2 and pretty buff typical for a farmer my dad died when I was young so I did most of the work around my place. After looking myself over I decided to get dressed. I grabbed some jeans and a brown plaid shirt. That buttoned up I got dressed and put on my belt with the gold buckle. I place my cowboy hat upside down beside the couch and sat down waiting. All of the sudden I hear a knocking at the door I realized I drifted off and it was now 9:05 shit I. His appearance more or less a formality as this company was his solely. He was the creator and founder of Playa Industries. His start as a womanizer led him to incorporate his flair for writing in with his keen sense of business. He started writing self-help books for guys looking to "get the girl". His play boy life style often flaunted in the pages making those who read even more of believers in the Playa's handbook. He brought others in to the gimmick such as having personal trainers write. "WHO THE FUCK triggered the "Kill Switch!" Frankie screamed. Michelle and I looked at each other with puzzled looks on our faces.Then out of nowhere Michele and I felt very warm and horny. We started taking our clothes off and started to approach Frankie with a very hungry look in our eyes like two cats hunting a mouse; our "mouse" was Frankie. Frankie's eyes were wide with shock and a little lust, more so when she looked towards Michelle and then, once more started to freak out. That startled.