She has to be a hell of cook for that." Come check her out."Bill works his way through the crowd over to the stair case, and climbs up it. He walks ov...r to the woman and stares down at her. She can smell whiskey on his breath as he appraises her."Does she bite?" Not if you're careful."The trader still holds her rope. With his other hand, he pulls a pistol out of his holster, and holds it by the barrel. This forces her eyes open as she tries to back away from the butt of the pistol."You should. Then there were the multiple photos of me in various outfits, each one designed to attract certain business that were looking for younger models, it also got me used to posing in front of the cameras, putting my best image forward with each one, then reviewing them and re-shooting again. By Friday I was exhausted, as I got dressed back in the outfit I had worn to work that morning. Janice came up, “We pay everyone each Friday, here is your first weeks worth, talking to our Ad agency, we may be. That was all it took and I exploded in orgasm. I shook and groaned and moaned. I never lost rhythm on Dave’s cock though. “She’s ready,” Carolyn said from below me. I stood up and looked down at Dave – his cock standing proudly. It honestly looked like a twelve inch stack of silver dollars. I was also reminded that aside from this magnificent phallus, Dave was not attractive. I would never have touched him if I had not seen his penis and yet here I was, desiring him more than anything else. . Yeah, can't forget that name. Never worked with him directly, but the tales they told ... if even half of it was true, Bridgewater was a god among men. I hear rumor that his daughters are as good as he was." What happened to him?" Tamara asked as she finished her soup and let out a small belch."Killed in Armenia. Saved a hundred lives all by himself. They dragged his corpse through the streets. Pretty well known that Anna and Holly burned those guys to the ground they were so angry." Wait ....