"It was then she told me you two had come to an agreement. You wanted to use your security for your last month's rent. Right?" Yes. That's what I had ...asked her," I said, still a little confused."She did say, you two had agreed about that." Yes," I replied."Anyway," my mom continued, "She said she already had a person who had given a deposit on your apartment." Wow!," I said rather surprised. "She doesn't let any grass grow between her toes. Does she." Things like that do happen," Lindie. When she gave me the hundred dollars I took it and thanked her.The next day I explained that a hundred was more than enough for any damn charity and that I thought that I could have sex with nine women every week. All they had to do was come up with some way to give every woman a fair chance at me. Of course I was only thinking about fucking them all about every seven weeks. The women wanted it more often than that and counter my offer with twenty-five dollars a fuck. They decided that I could. "Not too fast, and not too hard," she warned. "Share that lubricant all along the shaft."Margret often tortured Karl by stretching out her masturbation session for a long time. She wasn't confident that the girls weren't chafing his cock, so she decided to expedite the show. She was putting on a show for the girls, too, so she started a bit slowly. She stroked up and down her body, lingering here or there before moving on.It wasn't long before her right hand was stationed between her legs; her. ‘Both of you. Look at this.' She opens the broom cupboard she's been leaning against. Curious, Nate and I move into the cupboard. It's dark and shallow, with less than a meter between the door and the wall. There's nothing of interest, just a few paint pots. I turn towards Missy. 'What are we looking at?' She slams the door, shoving me into Nate, and Nate into the back wall. 'Missy!' I squeal, banging the door. 'Missy you bitch, open the door!' Nate shouts. I hear her heels click against the.