Knowing me like you do, you know exactly what it is I’m after. You scan the list, and cross a couple off, raise an eyebrow at some, smirk at others... Together we narrow it down to about six guys…knowing some won’t be able to play along. You take me in your arms; kissing me…telling me how turned on you are by the idea of me wanting to fuck your friends. The next day, you start making phone calls to set up our guys’ poker night, making sure that our gorgeous black friend, David, can attend.. " Laurel had to be satisfied with that she could see by the stubborn look on the old man's face that he had said his last on the subject for the time being at least he hadn't yelled no at her. Laurel smiled "then I shall see you tomorrow, get someone in here to clean up and don't forget to walk around, not too much today but add a little more time each day." The old butler shuffled along seeing Laurel to the door, she smiled at him as she went out the door "the herbs would also help your aching. It felt so good. He pulled his cock out and shot his load all over my face, and before my pussy had chance to relax his wife shoved it in backwards. I was crying with pain as she pushed it in harder and harder. They both laughed as I cried and begged her to stop. It felt like it lasted forever when she finally stopped my pussy was so sore.I was untied from the bed, and then got redressed, then his wife gave called me a taxi and gave me some money. As I went out the door she whispered into my. “Missy ... the cart?” I said but then saw it at the end of our dock. “Good girl.“Breakfast?. I’m buying.”Four fit the golf cart. Missy behind the wheel and we were off.This part of Filer Street isn’t ... part of Filer. It’s parking for the two Salmon Charters and the Municipal ... but it’s paved and we were driving on it ... Filer was as good a name as any other. Left on Williams and right just past Loomis. At the green Missy cut across to the alley at Rath and left again.Across Ludington Ave,.