Futas honked. I was making a scene. Older woman gave me half-amused and half-scandalized looks while older futas ogled me, such hungry looks in their ...yes while their cocks and nipples hardened. Still, I had this wet itch in me.“Is everything okay, Samantha?” I asked.“Fine, fine,” she said, a smile appearing on her lips. But it felt... forced. “Looking forward to your promise.” Her hand squeezed my rump. Hard.I gasped. “Not so hard. I'm delicate.”“Right, right, delicate,” she said, nodding her. ” “She can’t take it, can she?” “Yeah, but least she can pay for it. We can’t! We’re fucking screwed! I don’t know what the fuck we’re gonna do!” “Yeah, so what! It’s on plastic, ain’t it?” “Course it is. But when we come to pay, our plastic’s gonna bounce. It’s gonna bounce worse than a fucking beach ball. It’s gonna bounce. And we’re gonna be well and truly fucked.” Sharon frowned. She stroked the rings in her labia, the cost of which she was now bitterly regretting. “So, what they gonna do. It worked out very well for all parties!Karen went over her feedback for them. She wanted them to listen more than they talked. “If someone is talking to you, then let them finish. Don’t interrupt,” she told them. She never once had to really spank them all day. She had kept the horse crop handy and gave them quick love taps with it across their butts but had never had to make a show of things.Tucker and Mark had shown restraint when they were in charge of the girls as well. They knew Karen. I can't go back there and marry Anderson. But if I don't, he's going to continue to send men after me and I won't put you through that! I want you to be happy. Take the chance you've been given to find a life, if it's what you want."The ice in Bas's eyes thawed. Lifting his hand, he cupped the side of her face."Bas?" I want a life. With you." His head lowered, and leaned in far enough to cover her lips with his. When his lips closed over hers, she stilled, obviously fighting the need to.