I tried hard. Sixty minutes later, an hour had passed. It was that kind of day.Finally I received a text from Richard, saying that they had finished a...d that Jason was pretty strung out. I had them take Jason back to the motel and put him to bed. This is not the sort of thing security people are normally willing to do, especially for punk teenagers. Richard did not give any sort of protest, so I figured strung out was not just an expression.Shortly after, I had a call from Sheila, saying it had. It was blood money, after all. It wasn't mine, and it wasn't Frank's. It belonged to hundreds of anonymous "donors" that Frank controlled, and it sickened me to even have the little bit I took.I managed to make five hundred dollars and change last a couple of weeks. I was now on the other side of the country, far away from Frank's memory in a place in the south of Maine called Wells. It was a tourist destination during the spring and summer, but being mid-autumn, most of the hotels were pretty. One evening after dinner, Greta went for a stroll on the mansion's spacious yard. She heard some strange, unnatural grunting sounds coming from the carriage house and thought that Joseph might be ill. She went to investigate. By the light of a candle, Greta could see through the open bedroom window. There on the bed, Joseph was plowing into some helpless young black girl. Greta was amazed at the huge black weapon that Joseph wielded between his powerful legs as he thrust into the little girl's. Porsha said look around what's back here. I said you got a point. I said alright i'd let you see it for a sec but then i gotta go. So i unzip my pants pull my black dick it & showed, Porsha. Porsha was like damn that's a fine ass big black dick. Porsha asked can i feel it. I was like wtf. Then i said ok just for a sec. I was semi hard but once Porsha put her hands on it it really got hard. Porsha was like i made it harder & bigger. Then, Porsha got down on her knees & put her mouth on it &.