" Hey," he grunted. Tom was a man of few words most of the time. But he really got into roleplaying his characters and could be a down right chatterbo... if he was playing the right character.I led Tom and Karl inside. Quatch was sitting in a recliner getting blown by Willow. His head was thrown back and his mouth wide in amazement and he had a fistful of her raven-black hair. "Holy shit," Tom muttered."You runnin' a brothel, Mark?" Karl gaped."These are my sex slaves," I said. "They do whatever. I can’t wait to have her,” Sarah whispered a few minutes later as we fucked like rabbits.A few days before Maxine’s visit I was determined to pleasure Sarah’s clitoris like never before. I asked her to wear heels, back stockings and a sexy black suspender belt, nothing else. She has the perfect thighs and ass for that look. And she loves to flaunt her almost naked body dressed like that - and the effect it has on me and our male and female guests.“Stand with your back to wall with your legs. Maddock, this is Major Crawford from the National Guard. I have some news about your husband.’ Ann nearly dropped the phone. Tears welled in her eyes. She knew what would come next. First the phone call then a military car with an officer and a Chaplain to console her in her grief. She had waited for this phone call. She had known for some time it would come. She waited expectantly and at the same time feared it would come. But still knowing it would. Oh Jake. My lovely Jake. Ann dropped to a. “Read a bit, soaked up some sun… perfect. I’m just going to take a shower. That okay?” “Sure.” I forced a smile. “I’ll get some food ready for… say, six?” It only seemed like a few minutes when she reappeared, once again wrapped in a towel, this time with her hair slicked back and wet. The towel stopped half-way down her thighs and I guessed that she was naked underneath it. Or was that just my imagination? “Can I help?” She offered. “I’m good, nearly ready. Thanks.” I said, but thought, “Help?.