.. FUCK YES.... I'M CUMMING!" Tegan screamed free as her body writhed and turned sharply upon the bed. Her legs shaking as orgasms exploded through he... body until Holly slowed down and pulled her hand free and dipped her fingers in her own mouth to taste the juices of Tegan once again."Fuck... I'm gonna explode hun!" Pete called out. Holly grabbed Tegan's hand and pulled her forward, as the two laid upon the front on the bed, their heads close to the edge and staring at Pete's cock as it faced. Atwood was number three and when she showed him the letter he took her and the letter to the courthouse, had it filed of record in the probate section and requested the abstract to the land be amended. By that time, the worthless son was dead and his son, who was not much better, and was trying to protect his oil well revenues, knew his case was lost. He moved the money Atwood couldn't find offshore and skipped town, leaving his wife and two daughters behind. The sister had a little house built. At the end of the day, they’d toss their uniforms in a pile, from which they’d be reissued the following work day. The smocks were old, stained and smelled of sweat. They were never washed, simply worn by female after female until they disintegrated to the point they could’t be worn. It didn’t matter who wore the smock yesterday, or last week, or even last year. You wore what you were issued.Since most of the women had been used for sex that morning – generally with no opportunity to clean. Anyway, it's time to be going. I don't like it around here - don't know about you two"She started to writhe about in her chair and soon had her hands free."I told you they hadn't been in the Boy Scouts - at least not the fucking cretin who tied me. Surprised he can dress himself in the morning or wipe his own arse."The other two had been much more efficiently tied and it took a few minutes for a bloody faced Gwendoline to release them."Go and see if you can find out what they are doing out.