Jim barely flinched, but his eyes were daggers.Billy swished the water around the floor watching it drain from a hole in the middle of the room. It lo...oked like it was designed for just that. He got one more bucket of water and rinsed. Not great but would cut down on the animals' smell."He done yet?" Billy called over his shoulder."He says he is," Eddie called back. "But I ain't wiping his ass."Billy laughed at that. Somehow that was funny, in the midst of all of this that was funny. "Tell him. "Well?"I sipped coffee, making an "Mmm-hmm" affirmation into the cup that I hoped sounded non-committal.Belinda looked at me thoughtfully for a few moments."Will you let me do something for you?" she asked in her serious voice."You're not going to break him in for me. Not even if you beg," I said in the best deadpan I could muster."I'm being serious," she said, still quite seriously, and two such statements in a row is close to a record for Belinda. "How many women have you heard say their. You’ve got to be kidding me. I mean, I guess of course it had to be, and I had to’ve known this whole time. But seriously, kind of a letdown. ‘You motherfucker. What the fuck?’ I can’t believe my own energy, my own strength, struggling at the restraints. The ferocity in my voice scares me. I’ll punch him so hard in the face. ‘Here, I’ve got a glass of water for you,’ the everydayness, the calm, it pisses me off more than anything else. ‘You’ll have to lift your head to drink it. Just a little.. She repeated her question, “Why did we wait so long to do this?” I smiled. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted her.I spit into my hand and stroked my cock between her legs to get it ready for her. Slowly, she lowered her eager pussy onto my hard member. I teased her with the head before letting her take it all.She let out a dramatic, “Fuccckkk,” and looked down to watch the action. Soon, the empty apartment was echoing with the sounds of Beck riding me, of my broad hands slapping her pert.