” He pulled the shaking girl up roughly. She looked at her father, he was breathing but very shallowly. “Please let me help him.” She begged. Tr...y pulled her down the hall while Andre stooped and went through her father’s wallet. She saw him take a huge roll of bills before Trey pulled her out of sight. Trey shoved Brandy into her bedroom. “Get some clothes on and hurry the fuck up.” His voice quavered, the violence seemed to have made Trey nervous. Brandy trembled as she dressed. She pulled. She had been taking the bus to and from work, but the bus schedule after six was like one every forty-five minutes. She called for a cab and the dispatcher told her that it would be about a half hour before he could get a taxi to her. She was rapidly losing it -- she had to get home to her baby -- so I offered to run her home. Under any other circumstances she would have said, "Thank you, but no thanks" but this time she said, "Oh God yes, thank you" and she grabbed her purse and looked at me. Her boobs were fine, though maybe they could be just a tiny bit perkier. Size was nice, though. She ought to have red hair, bright, eye catching locks that cascaded down to her ass in loose, flowing curves. The face was fine, a few tweaks here, slightly altered cheekbones there, nice plump lips, always ready to take a cock between them.There. Just like that.Now she was the perfect slut.That was exactly who he should become.“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit,” Jeremy swore over and over again as he. "We will both need relaxing while we eat the main course, Fleur," shereplied, "in the meantime we will have gin and tonics in the sittingroom."Andy couldn't take his eyes off the maid, she was something out of one ofhis wet dreams, but he didn't understand this 'relaxing' business. Thatwas until the main course was served. Fleur crawled under the table,first to bring his wife to a climax, which didn't take as long as usual,then, while controlling his urge to gag, he unzipped Andy's flies.