“Naked?” Finished Misty. “Yes sorry about that. I was fucking Mr Hopkins. He was really randy this morning.” Cara couldn't believe what she was hearing. What on earth was this pervert doing to her? This was not the shy retiring Misty that she had come to know. Cara had noticed the change a while ago. She indian seemed absent-minded. Like her head was elsewhere. Then she announced that she was moving in with a man she totally despised. Still it benefitted herself, she thought. At last she had her own place. “Misty!” Called Hopkins. “Grab her box!” They both laughed at the euphemism, and it wasn't lost on Cara either, who looked away in disgust. No ass or tits, thought Hopkins. I bet she`s got a thin lipped cunt with Hardcore a tiny, barely visible slit. Still, it would make a nice contrast with Misty`s fat juicy cunt. He already had a plan to get into her pants. It was all in hand. 3 “I can`t believe you think you stand a chance with her.” Said Misty when they were alone. “No one screws Cara, and I mean no one. Babes And I mean, why would you even want too?” “Rose, Rose, Rose…” He said Hardcore shaking his head. I told him that one of her conditions was that I had to be in the room with them. She would understand. We indian practically have a sword fight as her tongue and mine play a game of cat and mouse. Though, on occasion he enjoyed watching Gwen get dominated by a female partner. And that she had never met another as fine as him until meeting me. This man was slower, but fucked her just as hard. “You were almost naughty, young lady,” Daddy groaned. “Honestly? When the weight Babes gain stopped Mrs. Fattorusso was left with a soft chubby belly. Then, as I enjoy, I started to lick his cock up and done from his balls to the head and back. Well, Tess wasn’t the only one.