Instead of being grossed out by my uncontrollable sexual urges, she seemed to enjoy being stabbed by the lump in my suit pants.At around a quarter to ...leven, she suggested we head out. I sensed that I had done something wrong, but afraid to ask what, I excused us and we headed for the door. When we got back in the car, she said, "Why don't we head out to the 'Old Road'?" a favorite secluded spot on the outskirts of town.Relieved that I hadn't screwed everything up, I headed there, finding a. We were waiting in nervous anticipation when he turned up Friday night. He only had one heavy in tow, a big black bloke called Leroy."Well," he said after we told him we didn't have his money. "Looks like you're in the shit then, doesn't it.” He turned to his heavy. “Leroy, go get the motor and load the hi-fi and the TV."Leroy disappeared and Julie started to cry."Hey, pretty girl. Don’t cry," he said, standing over her. "Tell you what, maybe there is a way you can stay here, keep your stuff. What a sensitive girl. Geena is still playing with my cock. I am hard and she is sucking me again. She senses me watching her and smiles shaking her head. She is like a wild woman. All she wants is my cock. She comes up for air and moves her pussy over my cock and climbs right on. She starts riding me like I was a wild mustang. She moves back and forth and up and down riding me hard and fast. She is waving her hands and rolling her head. She loves every minute of it. Ashley and I stop. The former CEO's on Barton's payroll had two things in common. They had tasted Barton's shit-lined rectum. And they had begged for the privilege. They had seen plenty of execs just like themselves go down to ruin for displeasing Barton in the slightest way.Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had dropped his first wife, Fran, who had begun showing signs of middle age. Fran had hired one of the best known divorce lawyers in the country. Barton had toughed.