Strangely enough, it was one of the few minor London pubs that had its own site. It seemed to be very Gothic so having picked up a bit of silver jewel...lery here and there, I thought I’d wear an upturned pentagram to add to the dramatics of the evening. I wanted to get as much out of this evening as I could and being a journalist I was sure I’d get some sort of story as well even if it wasn’t my specialty. After all I could write, and maybe I was on to something big here. In any case I was. The fright was only momentary and Jessie knew almost instantly who it was that was groping her naked body ... Bjorn!Jessie found herself pulling those hands away from her breasts as she spun round and pulled herself hard into Bjorn’s warm body.“How do you think you went?” Jessie mumbled as she tried to speak with her face buried in Bjorn’s chest.Bjorn kissed the top of Jessie’s head and said, “OK, I guess. But that’s the one we have to keep an eye on over their. She’s been a bit of a dark horse. You can cut out one right now, your choice, to cover the bill.”“Well, Sir, I ain’t the boss. And to tell you the truth, I’m not sure who is. But I’ll give you a quote right now for today’s room and board. Then, when the boss gets here, you can talk to him.”It was during this conversation that Joshua stepped out from the barn. Clive was the first to notice. “I ain’t quite sure, but this might be him now.”Unseen by Clive, when the three riders spotted Joshua, they came to attention. The leader. What a lovely name. Ben."Teaching you to man up!" his father sternly advised. "Now, grab the little Catholic bitch's legs, raise them, and RAM your cock into her!" But dad, I---" Do it!" yelled Rosen.Raising my head for a moment to look at Ben, sound a handsome younger male, I smiled sweetly and said, "It's all right, hon: This is how the world works." Then I dropped my head back again and pouted my soft, moist lips into a tight circle. The elder Rosen chuckled as he gripped my head in his.