As we rounded the corner we both gasped. There was more men than either of us had guessed.We were led to the center of the room. The men were hooting ...nd hollering. All eyes were definitely on us. Before I knew it Chelsea had begun to slide her body against mine. Taking that as my cue I began to kiss her as I pressed my naked body against hers. Both of our hands were rubbing up and down each other. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the men were already stroking their hardening. And cum she did! As she plunged over the edge and fell into the black depths of her orgasm, Chrissie thrashed around wildly, tossing her head from side to side and whipping her long hair into a brown tornado. She raised her hips high into the air as she squirted pussy juice out in a high arc to fall back onto the bed nearly at the foot of the bed. She squirted five or six times, her legs trembling with the extreme stress of forcing the orgasm and holding her up at the same time. Finally, they. I winced at the soreness between my legs when I shifted my weight onto my side. Everything down there was sore, on the verge of throbbing. I could feel the redness without seeing it, it was like sandpaper against raw nerves. What had happened the night before? I couldn't think clearly through the white haze of a splitting headache, but slowly it would come back to me. I was here for a job. I knew that much, that there was money owed to me, but how did it end this way? I couldn't imagine. I guess you could say it is about pride. Not foolish pride like in the picture shows. It is more of a pride that relies on a sense of family, adherence to a code of honor, and a determination of purpose that subscribes to the principle of "An eye for an eye" retribution.Otis McGee was not what you could call a smart fella. He was a bit slow when it comes to book-learning. Otis was more of a thinking man. Problem was, you never could be quite certain what he was thinking.Oh, I know, them folks.