"Anne rolled over on top of May and they began kissing. Both of them kept their legs spread wide as they comfortably could, leaving me all sorts of ni...e little places to push my cock into. I sat back down, my cock bobbing in the cool mountain air, and began to lick two pussies and one very nice asshole. Anne's position was quite fortuitous.I could hear their moans through their mouths as they kissed each other and I licked and sucked on each of them for a bit longer. Then, unable to stand it. “Just ask for Bill and I’ll swing back in a few hours, okay?” I gave him a tentative nod and started toward the door now a little unsure. I rang the bell and in a minute the door opened. An inebriated smiling young man stood holding a drink. “You must be Samantha,” he said in a slight slur. “I’m Bill, come on in.” He stepped aside and I stepped in. Bill took my hand and led me past the gaping mouths of the other men there and into the living room. I could hear lewd comments and catcalls as I. He enjoyed watching the skin turn dusty pink and then red under the brown pigment. He hit her again and again.She was shivering, whimpering and crying softly by the time he was satisfied that she had been sufficiently punished. He actually hated her crying; he preferred her screams. He parted her cheeks and pushed his cock head into her arse.She was dry and cried out in fresh pain as he forced the flesh apart to get his erection inside of her. He had fucked her there many times. She had scabs. Admitted. "I was going to bring this up after the game but now is as good a time as any. It's not costing me anything right now. The rent I'm charging you covers the taxes and the upkeep. But I'm in negotiations with the Indians about a long-term deal. I think they want to soothe my ego after they bumped me back in the playoffs. If they want to do it with cold cash, I'm cool with it."Brock laughed. He knew J.C. had found a comfortable spot with the Indians and the team would be competitive for.