"We're just getting started. Here, let me take your bag so you can stay a while and enjoy our hospitality."Caught off-guard, I let Heather take my lap...op and put it aside."Besides, nobody will ever know," Janice continued. "We've signed a pact." What sort of pact?" I stammered.Janice reached down and unbuckled my belt before I was able to push her hands away. She looked over to Jane and Pamela. "A little help here?"I tried to move away, but just then Heather pushed into me, causing me to. Hernandez, I am so sorry I teased you. Please fuck me, please..." she said, as she looked up at him. She rubbed her starving pussy on his boot as she begged him, showing him how much she needed satisfaction. Mr. Hernandez looked up at Mr. Cramer who just shook his head back and forth. Mr. Cramer grabbed a handful of her hair and hauled her head back. "Beg harder slut! I've seen better begging from a street corner pan-handler!" Mr. Cramer spat, "You are going to have to do a lot better than that. Mica had laughed, ‘You think anyone of my brothers or father wouldn’t kill you on sight? I was the favourite after all.’ His chuckle was deep and full of mirth. Talon stiffened, ‘They could try,’ he growled. ‘It’s your head,’ Mica shrugged, ‘and if you’re going that way you might as well take these, with you, I guess. What good are they to me here,’ he held up a small bag containing several seeds, ‘I will write a note to go with them.’ Edge walked in without knocking, ‘Who’s going where?’ ‘No. Brad had his back to her but Jarrad saw her drying off and said, "You could come over here and do that.” “Right,” Brad said as he turned and saw what Jarrad was talking about, “I'm not much of a chef. A little entertainment could make the breakfast a lot better." Ashley smiled at Brad's joke. If I don't continue teasing the guys, Jarrad will be certain that something is going on between me and Brad. As if the panties were not enough of a clue. When she had dried off she wrapped the towel around.