" Me too!" she whispered in his ear.He carried her upstairs, marvelling in passing how light she was, kicked open the bedroom door and stopped in his ...racks. Startled Deborah looked up too.The covers on the bed were drawn back and the room was lit with candles. Some must have been scented because the whole room was filled with sweet and warm, spicy smells."Sharon!" they both said simultaneously and kissed again.Richard put Deborah down."Are you going to let me undress you?" he asked."No!" she. Jones whispered back, "Yes I promise we will treat her fairly. While you are here how is she doing?"Abby whispered, "She's doing great. Her wounds are almost healed, maybe another few days. Mentally she is doing super considering the torture chamber she came out of."Then Abby raised up, tightened her muscles and slammed down on his cock. Like with Michelle he couldn't handle that and he shot a load in to Abby's pussy. She kept squeezing her muscles and got him to do a second load.She thanked. She was silent as they walked to the car. Amy sat with a troubled look on her face."Ok, what's troubling you?" I don't understand what I just saw in there. I don't know if you just conned them or they just conned you."Brad smiled. This girl was precious, "This was a straight business deal. This mortgage is what is known as a non-performing asset. The bank is only allowed to have just so many of these in their loan portfolio or the feds get after them. I saved them the expense of going through. She had expressed her displeasure. He hadn't done it again, yet in reality she had not only wanted him to feel her tit, but to kiss it, hold it and in general fuck the backside off her. Now he was free, but what was she to do? "Couldn't you buy up somewhere Burt? She asked."Down here that would be impossible Blanche", he replied. "The cost of buying with my limited assets would totally drain me. I thought of going back up North. There is a small town called Kyogle that I had association with.