So, Chantelle put her to bed before the action started.” “You definitely missed out” I winked at him with a smug grin. “Was she as good as Chantelle?” he asked returning my smile, “that girl has serious skills.” “trust me, it was too close to call.” “Shit. Really?” his surprised tone echoing my own thoughts from that Sunday morning. “there must be a school around here somewhere that teaches them those kinds of skills, Chantelle, Bethany, Tiffany… they are all professional cock suckers.” I joked. “Wait…” a sudden realisation interrupting his laugh, “Tiffany? I thought you went home with Rachael.” “I did.” He looked at me confused for a few seconds before realising what my ever-growing smirk implied. “No fucking way! Both of them?” he asked in amazement, I nodded “You really are a lucky sonofabitch, first winning the game and then…” “Hey!” I indian shot back in mock anger, “there was no luck involved in winning that game!” I joked. He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay Jedi Jim, it just means that you really are a fucking master” he laughed before pouring another drink. “talking of games, what’s the plan for next week?” “I’m not sure, Ive gotta be in London on Friday afternoon, I’ve already sorted the time off, so I guess I’ll just see you on the Saturday.” “Sounds like a plan. I’ll sort the buses for Team Jim, see if we can’t break in that little suite they’ve given you” A smug grin spread across his face. “Now… Get the fuck out of my bar, I gotta lock up” he joked as I finished the last of my drink. The time had flown by since my arrival but before long I was sat in the solitude Hardcore of my living room. After sending out a few quick goodnight messages I retired to bed. I had been under the covers for a whole thirty seconds when my phone beeped back at me. Another message from an unknown number. I thought you were gonna text me for more. It said. Who’s this? She fought against Evan as hard as she could. Then asked if she could hang out in my room for awhile and watch tv since “You should know,” she answered. “Punishment over?” the woman in reception said as I handed her the key. "Ah, Evan, mm, Evan ate a lot more. Duke took his cue and climbed astride, mounting her little wet body. “What did you do?” "Sigh, the nerve... I fisted my dick, my pussy clenching. He roared in anger and walked around behind me. “Let’s hope that luck holds when I meet with the honorable monsignor.” Barbara joined me in the Olds as we drove to Dunwoodie where Monsignor Moran maintained his office. She found my bud, touching it, making my cunt flutter. Well, that’s a start…’ 
As I turned the pump on she groaned and began to cry. She started her car and pulled out of the parking lot and drove home. Misty seemed to tick off every box she’d listed while she’d daydreamed about actually walking into this bar. She wanted the slave to wait and increase the humiliation of being naked just a few steps from the main office. “This is it.” Dawn told her, “We’re not stuck.” She wore the confident kind smile only showcased by people who've mastered the art of being a capital A Adult. Let them happen indian and just enjoy yourself. "Who?" So they worked later and Hardcore got done with what they needed to do. “It happens, but you're lucky I'm not your parents coming home early.” There is no way people sitting in the metro won't see her cunny! I knew I had to tell you but I've been worried sick ... “I fucked you so hard, Mom!