I could hear the ker-ching of tills ringing. Metaphorically of course. Partly because tills don’t sound like that today but mainly because I wasn’...t after their money. Sure I’d help myself to a treat or two, because they had enough. However, it was another form of payment I was interested in.I smiled kindly at her and chucked her chin with my finger. Her hazel eyes had glazed over, unfocused, as she knelt back up on her hands and knees.?Just one more thing for this afternoon.? I whispered. Evidently other men were involved as investors and had to sign off on the agreement.From the back room of the busy factor's place, they walked toward the dock and heard the rat-a-tatting of a drum. "Come," Anne pulled on Philip's arm. "Let's see if that's Billy. He told me he was going to be recruiting."It was. He sat at a small table in his old uniform, his empty sleeve with its new stripes pinned up, and behind him a drummer boy in full regalia played from time to time under a flapping banner. Like I mentioned earlier I have not got the opportunity to kiss anyone but I was liking everything here. Very soon my shirt was off and she was kissing my chest and sucking on my nips. I pulled her shirt off to reveal a well maintained body under them. She seemed a little sun burnt from hanging out at the beach. I started squeezing her boobs and she was moaning.She pulled down my shorts in one tug and my dick just popped out. She started sucking, rubbing and licking on it like she had not eaten. After Pam swallowed a mouthful ofdelicious chicken and salad sandwich, she asked, "Would you like my PJto watch, too?" Of course!" Jane replied, taking a sip of crisp chablis to rinse hermouth before adding, "I'm sure watching my sissy take her punishmentwill provide a salutary lesson for your sissy - and let her know whatshe could be in for, if you decide to let me babysit her one weekend inthe future." I agree."In the playpen, Daphne was sitting with her back to the watching women.PJ sat.