EDIT: As of today, I'm editing the story to hide choices that the player does not qualify for. I think this will reduce clutter on some chapters. As y...u read, realize that there may be options you can't see from now on.Also: This story is inspired, loosely, by the Houseguests story by lexist.You are James Sinclair, a 38-year-old business owner and day trader. You inherited the business (roofing, siding, flooring, and renovation) from your father when he died 2 years ago, and aside from the. Quentin was every much a leader as Sal but less obvious than the flamboyant barrister. They did not split their forces and this at least meant most of their friends could get stay safe.Mark was flicking through all the CCTV feeds and spotted the group coming round behind the farm. The other started ringing their friends warning them to stay in their houses or if away from home not to come back. Quentin and Jennifer were with Stancia and nobody was sure who the targets were. However as far as it. I continue to lick and suck your pussy your spike high heels wrapped tightly around my back, feeling so good, pulling me deeper into you. You suddenly arch your back and grab my head and pull it tight against your pussy as I taste you cuming, mmm, you taste sooo good. I lick and suck as fast as I can as you cum repeatedly. I slowly stand up in front of you and you expertly lower my pants, exposing all of my rock hard cock. I now wrap my hand around my hard cock and begin stroking it for you.. I just let everything go and swallowed half of their loads. It was almost like being in love. They didn't "love" me, of course, and I don't think I wanted them to. But they needed me, and I loved being needed, even if for their sexual pleasure.*When I got to Jake's house on Tuesday, the place was eerily quiet. There's a strange Goldilocks vibe to a house that has been full of people but they all just left. There were open suitcases all over the place and air mattresses on the floor in the.