Tuesday found Scott surrounded by piles of boxes. The inventory had been progressing nicely. He had stopped being amazed at the variety of things they...were clearing out. The box immediately in front of Scott had what he had just described on paper as, 'Door knobs, various, antique brass?'"Scott, let's grab some lunch. How about I treat you to a sandwich at Meritt's? We can check the computer too," Mr. Piotrowski's head was poking through a space in the boxes."Is it lunch already?" Scott looked. ? ?Okay.? He shrugged his shoulders and reached for the knife. ?Please,? she struggled to speak, her breath coming in gulps, her chest quivered as she struggled. ?Please put the pin in me.? ?Where?? ?In my lips, like the first.? ?In your pussy?? ?Yes, my pussy.? ?Are you my slave slut now?? ?Yes.? ?Do you believe I have the will?? ?Yes! Yes!? He stepped away from her. To my astonishment he untied the rope and let her. Which...” he paused, and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “I do.”“Good! Now. The first priority is hygiene.” They entered the building and she led the way to the stack of equipment. “This is – or ought to be – clean, but we’ll scrub it all anyway and make sure there are no traces of the manufacturing process, or any grime from transport.”Now, I love beer, but what I know about brewing it wouldn’t fill a postcard. I hope I may be forgiven for passing over the details. Sufficient to say, they. Your butt is so fucking tight. Nice ass, William! Feel my dick opening up your butt. Fuck!"Freddie slowly entered William's butt. He put his arms around his back and pulled on William's nipples. William's pathetic cock was hard, and William jerked himself while his ass was getting fucked hard. Freddie was fucking William very hard. William made grunted noises but was enjoying the sex."Fucking hell! I'm going to cum. Shit. Oh, yea. I came. Feel my cum, pretty whore."Freddie pulled out.