“Your pussy,” he countered, without missing a beat. After observing him for several seconds she spoke, “Name your price… Tell me how much mon...ey you want?” Ratchet laughed. “I don’t want you money, I want your cunt,” he stated, as he groped the front of his trousers. Transfixed, she just stood there, as he moved towards her. Grabbing hold of her wrist he moved her towards the wooden table. A thick folded blanket had been placed over the edge of the table, in anticipation of her visit. As she. ‘Okay, Sam. I’ll do it.’ No thank you. That was Britney. Now I had to get the house ready. After school, I drove home. I was so strung out I barely saw the street. I wanted to make the house as convenient as possible for my conquest. I made sure there was nothing that would distract Britney such as pictures of people or magazines. I put loose pillows around the house so I could use one when needed. I went to the word processor and knocked out a report on Denmark during World War II. I was. "Don't worry, baby girl, I came in the rubber and wore it all the way home for you. My dried up cum is all over my dick, just for you." He had barely finished that sentence before I hungrily deepthroated him. The glorious taste of his salty seed flooded my mouth."Clean it off bitch... stick it down your fucking throat and get all of Daddy's cum off." He grabbed a handful of my hair and started fucking my mouth and I passively took every thrust. I moaned as spit washed out of the corners of my. She shyly kissed his cheek, and saw him smile at the show of affection. Jane was also cuddling John, she was surprised at herself for being so concerned about Diana. The hairy cunt was competition for fucks sake, why was she worrying about the state of her arse. Despite all this she was beginning to like the hairy Italian bitch. Reaching across John’s body she squeezed Diana’s breast gently. It was very late, and Jane pulled the duvet over all of them and they went to sleep. They were all.