’ He rubbed his hands together,’ Besides I have plans for the two of you. Let’s just say two pussies are better than one, especially if you have...them both at the same time.’ ‘Whatever you think is best. If you want me closer than I will move into your guest house. I just don’t want any trouble with your wife.’ ‘Don’t worry about her. It’ll all be taken care of by the end of the week. But before you start packing I need some attention.’ He unbuttoned her shirt and ripped off her bra looking. I took a look under the first stall and noticed that there was only one foot on the ground adorned in white nylons. This painted a hell of a picture in my mind as I was curious to see what was behind door 1. I gave it a slight knock and in Rhonda’s familiar voice I heard her say “It’s about time you got here!” in a sensual, inviting voice. I opened the stall door and was greeted with Rhonda sitting on the lid of the toilet seat with her nylons pulled down to her knees. One leg was up on the. She was near six feet tall herself, and gave the impression that she liked to cum as fast and as often as she could. She had posed playfully for the mug shots the bondsman had insisted on having for his on file. I wanted her from the moment I saw them.Anthony Carter, the bondsman, lustfully spoke of his memories of his brief encounter with the twenty five year old vixen as partial payment for the three hundred thousand dollar bond he had signed to get her out of jail. He was convinced she was. “Dude. Do you think that was the party that Frank and the others had invited us to?”“Don’t really know, but a better question man is: who were the dudes in the letterman jackets who got caught?”“Honestly, man, I have no idea. I could text Frank and find out, but I don’t think I’ll do that right now.”“Naw, wouldn’t want to wake him up.”“But yo’ punk ass has no problem waking me up, huh?”After a few seconds of Johnnie humming on the phone, he paused and said, “Nah. Not really.”Both friends.