Looks to me that she can take care of herself."But I wasn't buying it. Not for a minute. "Just leave her alone," were my parting words to "Rodolfo". F...g name. Black son-of-a-bitch fag, trying to fish in my pond!I had to get calmed down before I went home, otherwise my old man would step in and I didn't want that. Maybe I did. Have to think about that.I went to the Cheerleaders practice in the gym. They were working on routines for basketball games. I sat down and watched. All 8 of "my" girls. Allison began licking and stroking at the same time, but not the same rhythm. I thought about just coming in her mouth right then and there and to hell with the consequences, but my assistant chose that moment to pop into my office, apologizing profusely (apparently she had gone to the bathroom, and Randy had not bothered to wait for her to come back), and dragged a rather confused employee out of my door. I let out a groan of relief, then gasped in a rather unmanly like fashion. Allison had. There you go – clean towels and use my bathrobe. Something to eat – drink? As he filled the kettle and put some bread in the toaster he thought about the girl. Who was she? He’d found her nearly forty minutes ago and she still hadn’t said a single word. Strange. Maybe she was mute, or deaf, or something. And those eyes…All the while she was eating the toast and drinking the strong hot coffee he’d made, not a word had escaped her. Now she was fast asleep in his spare bed. Well maybe in. Although I couldn’t see how Sophie had responded the look in Ally’s eyes suggested she was getting the same treatment. Fiona was looking a little lost so I thought it only right that I give her a little attention. She was laid on the adjacent bed gently fingering her pussy and smiled when she saw me approaching “How do you want me Steve?” she asked in a voice full of lust. “All fours?” I suggested. “Mmmm I love it doggy-style” she replied as she got into position in front of me. I was still.