” she teased, and opened the door wider, and I stepped into her apartment.“So, this apartment building is super nice. You’re the landlord, right...?” I checked.“Yep. Started this place myself. Well, with the help of an architect.” Natalie shrugged, and her gorgeous breasts bounced.“Well, you did incredible work.” I complimented her.“Thanks! Now, let’s talk business. I need some help with all these tenants. There’s ten floors, so I was thinking we could train you up, and let you have the bottom. . oh ... I don't know either," he laughed.She stepped toward him and with a light hand on his shoulder, kissed him on the cheek ... again. She turned and walked toward the kitchen and picked up the coffee urn and poured two cups. She placed the cups on a tray with the sugar and cream and then placed two snifters of brandy, already poured, on the tray and returned to the living room.When Roger recovered from the unexpected intimacy, he was uncertain where to sit but quickly decided on the sofa.. “Fuck the slut.” The boy grabs a handful of hair and pulls her aside as he rises to his knees, pulling her ass against him. He guides the bulb of his cock to her opening and pulls her down the rest of the way, and her moans quickly evolve to a scream, and soon a whimper, a reverie of whimpers, one for each thrust. He buries himself deep into her, loving her cunt through proclamations of ownership that serve feed her frenzy. His cunt, he calls it. His bitch, his whore, his slut, and he makes her. With so many people on the streets, my Chi gave me no warning as a black SUV shot from an alleyway and slammed into the rear quarter of the rental car, spinning it onto the sidewalk and folding one of the wheels underneath. It COULD have been accidental, but given our current endeavors, we couldn't afford to make such assumptions. The car was still rocking as Jun and I released our belts and slammed open the doors, emerging into the cover of the vehicle, weapons drawn. Jun automatically scanned.