Being good friends, a little leeway interms of the price was given. Theexchange of products had to be done discretely, so a pick up point was arrange...din London. To make the situation even moresecretive the driver was made oblivious to the arrangement. Tony was waiting atthe designated car park, he looked down at his watch and it read ten thirty,the van should be arriving within the next five minutes, so he lit up acigarette to bide the time. His driver Alvin was parked up in the Bentley. "Go on Tony, fill him up, I want to see his stretched ass filled with your cum." Tony pushed my legs back so my knees were against my chest and with one final thrust I felt his cock begin to twitch and the warm feeling of his cum spurting deep inside me, causing me to groan in pleasure. In the throes of his orgasm he was squeezing at my nipples, hurting me but I didn't care, I just wanted every last drop of this hunk's cum in me. Jay moved to the side and silenced me by pushing his now massive. Nothing happened. It was just me, all leathered, dreaming about getting fucked again by real men, but no one to be found. I didn't even see Mark at the store when I went there in the morning as usual.It was now evening when he called."How is my leather slut doing?" he asked."Happy now that you called. I missed you", I replied."Good. Did your neighbor call?" he asked."No. I haven't seen him"."Good", he said pleased."How is that good? What's going on?" I asked a bit sad."I imagine you are craving. Michaels paused and then started pacing back and forth in front of them. “Girls, I trusted you. What exactly do you expect from me? You have to be punished. I have no choice but to call the police.” “We’ll give the money back!” Jenny said frantically.“Yes! All of it. We’ll give you all the money back! Plus all the babysitting money.” Sarah offered right after. Jenny turned to look at Sarah, but thought better of commenting.Mr. Michaels shook his head. “Girls, it’s not about the money. .