She wore the same smirk she'd given me from the cry room, her hands folded on her lap in such a way as to pull the shirt down, covering her legs just ... little bit more.I shook my head. "Just careful. Private talks should remain private", I replied.Her eyebrow shot up, and one of her fingers touched her upper lip, then ran down her chin. "Mmm. And what exactly do you want to talk about?", she asked.I leaned against the wall, next to the door. "Well, you're the one who asked me in here, so I. . well, living here takes care of that. I guess you could call that an uncle can't you? I'd like to think of him as an uncle, my mom passed away last year and he's the only family I have left." You can call him anything you want." Laurie's reply was almost a whisper. Her heart skipped a beat as she marveled at John and felt the sadness for Miranda.When Laurie walked out of the house she felt a steady breeze and she looked to the sky. It had become overcast with swirling clouds moving steadily. Brian was a dreamboat. He was on the track team and had a runner's lean, tight body, all sleek and smooth. I took hold of the dildo, twisting it around slowly and sensually inside him. He groaned when he felt me do that, pushing his butt back against my hand, savoring it. Now I was certain I had been correct about him."Doesn't that feel good? You couldn't move it around in there like that by yourself, could you?" I asked. Then I brought my lips down to his ear. "A rubber one's nice, but how'd. “Well, I take the fifty, and the other hundred has gotta be paid off somehow,” he says, looking up and down my body. If he thinks he’s gonna fuck me, he’s got another thing coming. I cross my arms again, planning how I’ll protect myself if he makes a move. His eyes glance over into the next room, hold for a second, then back to me. “I got some boys I’d like you to meet. Ronny, Nyle, how do you think a debt should properly be paid?” as he speaks, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders.