So, get me my money, I’ll keep this to myself, and I’ll be on my way.”“I don’t have it. Not all of it,” Chance said, defeated.“Hmm. I be...t we could set up some kind of payment arrangement through the counting house,” Caine suggested.“No,” Chance said quickly. “No, that won’t work.”“Why not, Caine asked. He knew exactly why but enjoyed watching Chance squirm.“They’ll ... they’ll notice the numbers don’t make sense,” Chance admitted.“So you’ll just have to owe me?” Caine suggested. “Call it a. Zak rolled back over onto his back and spread his legs, he was definitely not saying no. Allan was game, and climbed between Zak’s legs and lifted his arse. He slowly worked his way in just as Zak had done to him.While Allan was bigger than Zak was used too, he soon found Allan embedded in him. Allan started moving in and out of Zak in long smooth strokes. Zak groaned each time he pushed into him.‘Oh yeah,’ he thought. ‘I could get really used to having Allan in me.’ He groaned aloud again as. "I want to be pounded by your "Monster" Mister Donovan. Show me no mercy!"It didn't take me but the blink of an eye to get her bent forward and tight against the wall of the funeral parlor. My cock slid inside smoothly and I read the advertisement on the wall over her pretty head that promised complete satisfaction with all interment services or money cheerfully refunded. I thought it to be very amusing but restrained from laughing out loud for fear of disturbing Molly's concentration on the. It had obviously been regularly used during the course of the day by what must have been hundreds of men standing, cocks in hand and spraying their waste into the filthy, stained trough at the base of the wall. It was a fact, unknown to Eve but totally agreed to by her husband, that the men had been there early that morning and had jammed a thick wad of newspaper wrapped in plastic, down into the drain pipe, with the express purpose of achieving the vile, putrid state that the urinal now.