‘Let me give you the tour.’ Michael wasn’t particularly interested in seeing Darryl’s home, but could see no way around it. After making the u...ual polite comments about the layout and décor, he was shown into the livingroom, where Darryl introduced his harem. ‘I specialise in rehabilitating mouthy cunts.’ he said, indicating the three young women, all of whom had stood as they entered and now waited silently, eyes downcast, hands clasped in front of them. One of the girls was visibly pregnant,. Surely this can?t be the guy whowrote those songs? I don?t know what I was expecting but certainly notthis...They sat down in front of the stage set up and listen. As they sat down,I gave Jas a wink and we sailed into one of his songs, a song called?Home Town? I don?t know what I expected, I thought we had a goodversion but the look on his face was like I just ran my finger nailsdown the blackboard. ?What?s the matter? Don?t you like?? I asked.He timidly said something about it being wrong, so. "So, what about your future husband?"I gave her more lead, but I knew I had her. She wasn't going anywhere. It was almost time to reel her in and net her."Future husband? What about him? What do you mean by that?" Won't you have to be friends with your future husband first before you marry him?" Sure, of course, we'd have to start off as friends first before we graduated to being lovers. Yeah, sure, definitely, I'd have to like one another as a friend first with whomever I marry, of course.". The urgency, the sensation, whatever it was I was beginning to feel, brought me near to the peak of my pleasure. I had relaxed my hold on her, one hand still holding her wrist at her back but the other gripping her hip and pulling her against me as I thrusted into her. Her free hand down on the table, she made no move to the phone, her head thrown back. Her moans stifled to growls, her breasts bouncing with every penetration.Lost in pure instinct, I felt my orgasm near but didn’t slow down..