We are sexual creatures, sweetie, the lifestyle we live allows us to meet an exclusive group of people. I will have a staff that is mentally and physi...ally appealing on all levels. They will be open-minded and able bodied. Trust me this will work.” Again, Denzel’s dick twitched, he intended to fuck his beautiful ambitious wife soon. But first, he had to wrap his head around the idea of her and the salon’s potential employees running such a risqué operation. He began to like the idea and maybe,. Something made him look back, though, and he saw the big black asshole watching him. Damn. I can't cut and run while this guy's eyeing me.He trotted up to a group of bikers that he thought was the third fist. Maybe I can convince them not to kill me. "Who the fuck are you?" asked a wiry guy with a purple mohawk.Hmm. Maybe not. Ben had always been a rotten liar, but he gave it a go anyway. "I'm a runner from the first fist. We saw the guy heading towards here. Your supposed to be on your. Leo was in shock at what he saw.The room was full of couches, chairs, slings, and a few king-size beds. They were arranged haphazardly around the room, and got moved around according to need. There were about three dozen men in the room, and most of them were fully engaged in various sex acts, sometimes in small groups.It was easy to see at a glance that they were all family; they were tall, thick, furry, bearded. There was some fascinating variation based on who the men had been before they. I was certainly no saint and as soon as Veronica left the room to take a shower, I had her mom over the back of the sofa and opening up her quivering pucker hole to me just like a delivery from the "welcome wagon".We were right at the homestretch and at a point of no return when the fresh and still wet Veronica came back in and caught us at like a pair of high school fuck-buddies. She sat down and pretended she was not upset but I could tell from the way she was using the brush on her hair that.