The man walking ahead of them, Owen, who the fuck was he? She had broken up with the love of her life for this man? Why? It didn’t make any sense. E...xcept Wendy knew she had done the right thing. Zera wasn’t giving her any answers!“Excuse me! Sorry!” She murmured as she weaved through the throng and after Owen and the girls. They were all different. All pretty. She got a skank vibe from Darlene, a free-love vibe from Janice, a potentially sadistic vibe from Tamara. Wendy might like Elizabeth if. Rose didn't allow her such excesses however and insisted that she remain a virgin to service her for her needs. Sometimes she would allow Patricia to nuzzle her brown eye because she loved the touch a tongue back there and when it was a pretty girl it was best of all.Down in the damp basement, Rose liked to torment the female prisoners more than the silly males who were no fun with their stoic blank looks. The women were much more fun when she was able to get them to sob or cry asking for. She groaned into my mouth. She reached between us to rub my cock into her slit. She was already wet and oozing pussy juice. She pulled me into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed hard, forcing myself against her cervix. "OH, YES, JEREMY, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!" We moved into each other faster and harder. We were working hard for each other; sweat pooled between MP's tits. Our moans and grunts were coming faster and faster. "OH, YES! YESSS! YESSSSS!" MP was screaming as her. That afternoon his phone rang, and when he answered it the voice said, “Morgan? Hi it’s me, Blake. How are you?”Morgan let out a sigh of relief and exasperation. “God, Blake, I’m fine. What about you? What’s going on?”Blake said, “Nothing, I’m fine. Look, you said I could bring my things to wash. Would today be Okay?”Morgan said, “Of course. Do you have a way to get here?”Blake said, “Yeah, I still have a couple dollars left. You also said you’d have more work. Do you want me to do anything.