Even better, he realized that I knew what I was doing, so he basically left me alone to do my job. Anyway, he began by telling me what I already knew.... Business was bad and there wasn’t enough work to keep everyone busy. People were being let go and I was one of them. He hated to do it, but then, he did something unexpected. He took a picture on his desk, turned it around to me and showed it to me. ‘This is my adopted son, Charlie. Three years ago my wife and I took him home. The agency that. Jennifer was, after all, a southern spoiled rich girl. She could get quite pouty when things didn't go her way and sometimes she would spend all day not talking to me. Added to that was the fact that she also liked attention from lots of guys and she loved to flaunt her superior looks and incredibly sexy body, relying on her exhibitionist tendencies to get that attention.Compounding those things was the fact that I had to deal with the reality that she had much more sexual experience than I. ” ***After a quick drink in the kitchen, we moved to her room, where we sat on the bed naked, talking about other things for a few minutes before she got that look in her eye again. I kissed across her collarbone and started pawing her 34Cs, gently pulling her pink, button nipples as she squeezed my stiffening dick.“Lay back,” she said, as our lips broke. I didn’t need further coaxing. She quickly moved into 69 position and began sucking my cock, while I buried my face in a well-kept mound of. Of course that ungrateful bitch couldn't appreciate it, she kept struggling and whining, but Brutus doesn't take shit from a bitch. He OWNS that pussy, and he knows it - he was humping her doggy-style, his mouth firmly biting down on her hair. It was fascinating to watch, and her belly started stretching after he squirted half a liter of fertile, baby-making sperm up into her. That's how she spent the next year or so - locked inside Brutus' room, which is covered in pig shit and leftover slops,.