He insisted I do so and treats me like his second son. My name is Mark Scales.”“I know Jim and his wife. We play bridge together when they are her...e. They are good people.”“Yes they are.”The elevator came to a stop on the seventh floor and they walked to her condo with her leading. This woman had interesting figure thought Mark. What is going on here, he wondered. It seems that every woman he sees in Florida has an interesting figure or good looking butt.Entering her condo, Mark placed the bags. ?Thank you. I appreciate that. May I get a ride with you to my hotel room?? I pulled on my pants and shirt and handed her a sundress. ?put this on and follow me? her bare skin covered in small marks from the whip and bite wounds, her neck with hand bruises covering it. As we drove we talked about the nastiest thing she had ever done. Tonight was that night. And she enjoyed it all. I walked her to her door and gave her my number so we could talk again. She looked to me and gave me a hug and. .” She blushed softly, her words trailing off as her companion laughed. “So you were trying to keep it from me?” Naomi smirked softly, pressing her lips against the pulse throbbing under the girls silky, pale skin, feeling the rate of her pulse fluttering like a baby bird. She purred into the nook of her neck, smiling. “You didn't get it all,” Adura blushed deeper at that, giggling weakly and nodding, starting to speak before gasping sweetly as she felt another hand snaking its way between her. Bruce picked up a chip – a dripping wet chip – and shoved it in Mike's mouth. The punk tried to spit it out, but Bruce held his jaw closed and made chewing motions for him. Then he massaged Mike's throat to induce swallowing. He let the k**'s mouth go and Mike inhaled with a gasp. "Give him more!" I said. Bruce did, and in a moment, Mike's expression changed to one of relish. He actually licked the salt from Bruce's fingers, making my buddy stroke his prick with his free hand. He guided this.