Cucumber Fun And Wild Girl Parties – Part 1

“Where do you live?” he asked, kissing on my neck. TJ nodded his head, “How do you know that Laura?”
“Because they want to be there, trapped in his basement, his sex slaves.”
“Why?”
“I know firsthand what he’s like. This is karma getting me back for all the wrong I’ve done in life,” I thought, still sitting on the edge of TJ’s bed. We never spoke the entire time. She slid his cock in, moaning as Fat Rob stretched her. It was so delicious. Laura, her half-sisters, her half-brother, her cousin, and new friend, were safe. Denise read the hand scribbled, hastily written letter. All the urinals were either cracked, dripping, or needed a thorough cleaning. I did want him again. His tongue slithered up to her puckered hole.