Larry, the love of my life, has always been my biggest fan and greatest supporter. Of course, he approved of the plan. Larry jumped in and helped me m...ake it happen. I felt he got too involved and it was quickly turning into another Larry Mitchell project, instead of a Faith Mitchell one. I had just wanted to rent space in an available building nearby, but Larry bought the entire building.When I tried to talk to him about my plans and goals for the gallery, he started guilting me, by pointing. "That's me. What's this about?" I'm Agent Smith, from the Monster Immigration Bureau. I'm here with your, erm, new housemate." She glances to your wrinkled shirt and gym shorts, then looks back to your face. "Did you forget that they were arriving today, Mr. Doe?"Furrowing your brow in confusion, you try to understand what she's trying to tell you. Of course everyone had heard the government was now having diplomatic relations with the newfound monster realm and you'd even heard on the news. She didn't like the look ofthat big flesh rod sticking out of that thick black pubic bush at all.At least it smelled cleaner than the nasty cock of her blackmailer,only slightly musky without hints of pee or sweat. It was also smallerthan her blackmailer's cock, about 8 inches she guessed.Bracing herself for the blowjob she was required to give Marcy wrappedher gloved hand around the base of Carlos's cock, unable to suppress amoan as that hated plug in her bottom gave a strong vibrating. You turned around to look at Megan, you both smiled, and then calmly went back down on her. Megan smiled at him and said in a playful voice “put down the ice, silly, and take care of Jackie here”. You heard the ice bucket hit the floor as he must have dropped it, and as you busily got back to work between her legs, you heard Ethan shuffling out of his clothes. “I…I have a condom!” He said triumphantly as you felt him jump on the bed. “Good boy,” Megan said “there are some more in my purse.