Miraculously my girl is still unconcious, actually, she'd smoked a big fat joint that night, so she wouldn't be getting up any time soon. I quietly ge... out of bed, fully intending on gettng his drunk ass out of my house. I bend down to pick up his pants, now around his ankles, and i catch a wiff of his crotch, it really smells strong and musky. As I pull his pants up, my cheek brushes his cock, which is super hard, and he moans. I don't know why, but I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and. ..he was not having a good night.To shorten the writing in the end Chris tapped out first.....Max got up and handed him the bag, and just pointed. Chris was a little taken back that no one said they were k**ding.Chris changed into the maids outfit and as Max says he looked pretty darn hot. The guys started asking for drinks and nuts, then out of the clear blue....Mike stands up and says to Chris that he needs service and wipes his cock out. Everyone got quite, and they all moved there chairs. ’ Had I said anything about being jealous? ‘What?’ I was still staring off at some distant spot on the horizon. ‘While you loaded the wagon the young widow Ames stopped on some pretext or other. I saw her watching you, the way your muscles bunched and flowed as you picked up those big barrels and those heavy bags, with hardly any effort. If I hadn’t been there she would have been scheming on how to get you in her knickers, for sure.’ ‘Really?’ ‘That’s not all. Did you notice those two. And as with much foreign trade, the goods could only be moved on the first, semi-legitimate part of their journey when they were insured. And guess which greedy boy had sold the insurance at a rate which was three times the going commercial rate for such insurance. Brandon had no doubt enjoyed the extra money, but now the fact that he’d received so much more than the going rate acted like a smoking gun and had got people in the CIA and FBI taking a closer look at him.Even back when we were.