How that happened, I don’t know, but they’d smile one of their sweet lovable smiles as if they were suggesting something dirty to me. I’d smile ...back and thank them as well. Young and often older women did it all the time as money always found its way into my hands. “Thank you” I’d say offering my own impressive smile as if I was superbly glad to get it. And I was happy. I’d see them the following week and another five, ten, or even a twenty seemed to find its way into my hand or even into my. "Whoever the hell you are, you'd better let us go!" shouted Erin at her unseen tormentors."My house, my rules." purred Mordrant.Something in his voice caused Erin to bite off her retort half-formed. An inner voice said that it was a bad idea to exchange words with this 'thing'. Erin stared back defiantly into the light."Pity. This may take longer than I care. Perhaps persuasion is the next course of action." Accompanied by another wave of laughter, Mordrant closed the door, again plunging them. Her heels beat against my lower back. I could see her head with its cloud of black hair whipping back and forth and her big, firm tits quivered again and again from the shock waves rippling through her body. I pulled my fingers nearly out of her, then shoved them in again, and again, and again. I don’t know German, but it sounded like she was screaming, “Yes! Oh, god, yes! Yes! Yes! YES! It seemed like an hour before the rock-hard muscles in Angie’s thighs and stomach began to. Vincent even had her mannerisms and memorieswithin his grasp and whereas before hed ignored Aren's and Maxine'smannerisms now he effortlessly slipped into Maxine's."Time to play."------------------Carls mood had soured a bit ever since Vincent blew him off like that.He wasnt really that pissed...just annoued. He unlocked the front doorand prepared to storm up to his room and play some games"Hey bro." Maxine was sitting on the couch, pretending to enjoy thatfemale TV show the real Maxine was.