"Bill stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. Sighing, he sat silent for a moment before continuing, "I want to give them money, but Jill doubt... they will take it. When they gave her that five hundred dollars, she told them she would repay them, or try to, but they refused, telling her instead to just pass it on to someone else who was in need. That doesn't sound like they'll take my money. And I want to give them a hell of a lot more than that five hundred dollars." Sounds like you. Aah!Gramps' face and tongue, as I mentioned, were busy elsewhere. After all, he had already seen the completed film, had in fact done the final editing by himself. The other seven of us, in various stages of dress – and undress, casually fondling each other, sat around the set with our eyes more or less fixed on the projection lighting up the far wall. Of course, our own 'fondelee' might be the object of our eyes, or maybe the others in the room.The 'set' was a large room that he had built. He felt bad, his job kept him too busy, and he was losing the war against his expanding waist. Just more of you to love, Evie would joke, or sometimes she would grab his love handles while they were making love, and giggle, Something for me to hold onto. He explored her wonderful firm ass, squeezing her cheeks as his tongue feasted on her pussy, savoring every spicy drop of her ambrosia. He slid his fingers down into her crack, searching for her rosebud. She sucked harder when he found her. The door bursts into pieces, leaving much of it still hanging. The agent lands flat-footed on the other side with his weapon ready in case there is trouble. The room is well lit—not too much and not too little. A lone figure stands at the opposite end dressed in a business suit and tie. He is tall with dark black hair brushed back. Spencer instantly thinks it to be Lucius Magnus. “Welcome, Agent Reeds,” the man says crisply, “I have been expecting you. Where is your partner?”“She’s dealing with.