“Can you cook, Slut? Another piece of the puzzle. Ever.”
Mike and Tim looked at each other uncomfortably, and Steve looked serious. At least watching them was better than the three-hundred channels of infomercials. I grunted as the first wave of pleasure hit me, starting the flood of my seed into the very willing cup of Dallas’ cunt. “It’s okay, my little pet. Steve chose her pussy to bury himself into, while Tim eased his cock down the slut’s throat. As long as Gail didn’t bend over, she was relatively decent. “We are at one of the resorts the company owns and maintains for executives and VIP’s,” he said, leading me through another set of doors. But I promised her and… the woman I spoke to the first day that I would arrange for her to be picked up when our trip was over.”
“I see. Alan had already started mopping up the mess in the chair with another wet wipe and some paper towels, chuckling himself. I’m giving her a ‘safe word’ in case things get to be too much for her. “What if she don’t want to do?” the woman asked, looking skeptically at my pet, noticing just exactly Gail was- and was not- wearing. As she lay there, she tried to piece together more of her memories.