"He escorted in a pair of girls, maybe in their early teens. Both girls were defiant but not scared. Jacob guess that Ralph Bellamy's kids were too sp...iled to be frightened."Let me introduce myself," Jacob said. "Many years ago, about 20 now I'd reckon, I was known as Jake Dunn. I think the newspapers called me 'The Baby-Faced Assassin.'" And I am Jim Harcourt," Jim added. "I didn't get a fancy nickname but I was a gunslinger just the same. Now he's called Jacob Dunleavy. We own the ranch you. We must have looked like total sluts, working together bent over Mark’s cock. I wondered if I should have been in his place, if I should have felt pathetic for helping Sarah but that all went away each time Sarah brought me close to the edge. Eventually, Sarah stood up and declared she had an idea. “If you want your Christmas present Mark, let me give you my little pet’s ass.” She smiled as Mark’s face lit up. “And for you Sam, do this last thing for me and you will get to fuck me.” She. Brian began kissing my neck and slowly working his way down as he took off my white tank top. He lightly rubbed my hard nipples with his figertips as he took them into his mouth, one at a time. My body shivered as he kissed down my stomach, stopping at the button of my shorts. With one quick movement, Brian had my shorts and thong off and throwing them to the floor. Brian opened my legs and traced my wet slit with his tongue before pushing it deep into my wet pussy. I moaned softly as I lifted. Laura should be down in a minute.” Then he turned and shouted, “Sara is here.” He turned and walked into the kitchen and took out his phone. He talked softly for a minute and put the phone back in his pocket. He went to the closet and took out his jacket. “Hey, I would love to stick around and talk, but that was a work thing. Got to go.” He walked out the door.Laura came down the stairs and looked around. “Where’s Bert?”“He just left. A work thing, he said.”“Oh.” Laura had a disgusted look on.