” Jamie followed me into my bedroom. I reached into the bathroom and turned on the light. “Please excuse the mess.” “It’s no problem,” Ja...mie reiterated as she stood next to me, “I have kids, two of which are boys. I’m used to it.” She stepped into my bathroom and closed the door. I retreated to my bed and plopped down on it. I wasn’t drunk, but three beers had created quite a buzz. I closed my eyes. I heard the toilet flush. I listened to the water running as she rinsed her hands. The door. I presumed they’d spent those moments dressing. Well, they were dressed when they did come out.“Jim, I don’t know what to say,” said my used to be best friend. I didn’t immediately respond.“I know you don’t want to hear anything I have to say right now,” said Rodney, “but you and I—we have to talk sometime. Okay?” he said. I just shrugged, well, it seemed appropriate considering the situation.Claire, for her part, appeared to be in a state of semi-shock. Well hell, I could relate. The man. Though compared to the fuckings they'd seen him inflict on "Head Madam" 3613 and others this pounding definitely still qualified as a gentle fucking. Even so with each powerful thrust she felt like the dog's cock was lifting her of the floor. Then there was when he knotted her. Brothel Whore 3567-B had never had anything that big crammed into her pussy.--Finally when he turned ass to ass with her Brothel Whore 3567-B got her final instructions when Brutus started to growl. Brothel Whore 3567-B. It's gonna feel so good," he urges me. I'm so consumed by him, and his hand thrusting inside me, and the pitch of excitement in his voice. Knowing that I want to please him, and that he's so good at pleasing me, I do what he says, and gently push. My eyes fly open, and I look for his face. "Ethan," I pant, being pushed to the edge of this unknown precipice. "Trust me baby, let it happen," Ethan cajoles me, his beautiful green eyes begging. So I do. I trust him with everything, with my entire.