"John Milton." He smiled, slowly jerking on his thick prick. "I'm reincarnated, looking for Paradise Lost." Huh?" The darling cheerleader didn't have ...the slightest clue what John Milton was talking about."You are paradise, Nancy," he whispered."Gosh," Nancy said, looking at his steaming cock."So give me paradise, play with my prick." You gonna pay me?" Of course. I would be a damnable lout if I didn't pay you, and pay you well." Well, okay then. I'll play with your boner, Mr. Milton."He moved. Kyle was all for that, even though, as much as he hated to admit it, Lori was a better fisherman than him."Sure, I could use some sun," he said as he pulled off his shirt, sure he would be naked soon enough.It was late afternoon when they got hungry and decided to head back. Lori had lost her top during the game while Kyle sat naked next to his shoes, socks, underwear, shorts, and the shirt he had peeled off, knowing it wouldn't matter anyway.Kyle grabbed his shorts and started to put them. ?" Right here, right here, Lydia!" the big man responded, bursting from the closet. "What you want, Honey... ?" Fuck the shit out of the little bitch! Fuck her!" the blazing, emerald-eyed girl snarled. "She doesn't get out of here tonight until I'm through with her!" Sure, sure!" Morgan grinningly blurred, his lurid smirk spreading his unshaven mouth as he began to puff at his clothing. "You want I should fuck her now... ?" Like a goddamned animal... no mercy!" the auburn-haired girl. That would be one inventory home, one custom, and two listings. I will be happy if we mix and match those any way you want, and do that daily."You'll have to build up to that, Sheila. You'll have the anomaly of a big day during the week like last week and an occasional weekend of unprecedented volume. The idea is consistency, continuity, and ongoing referrals."We went for a walk through the sales process. First was the new Sales Manager, followed by Randal in Finance. We checked on Flori in.