Unleash Your True Self - 5 Stars for 'Balling M...

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It was a few days before I heard from James again when he called me at the office.

"Brandon, James," he began curtly. "I have some good news. Judge Wilkes has issued an order for the auto pound to release your car to you for fifty bucks! But you'll need to get over there before closing this evening, or the clock on the storage fees will begin running again."

"You have fifty bucks?" "Uh, I don't get paid until Friday," he said.

"Then you don't have the fifty bucks. Yes or no."

"No."

"I'll spot you the fifty. Meet you at Mike's after you get off work."

"Uh, okay. Thanks."

When I got to Mike's that afternoon, I spotted the sleek black Jaguar parked out front. I correctly surmised that it was my lawyer's car.

Entering the house, I immediately heard the squeak, squeak, squeak of the bed upstairs. Just then Dana came in from the pool, the water beading up on her tan nude skin. By then I had grown accustomed to seeing her and her sister nude.

"Where's Molly?" I asked already knowing the answer.

Dana grinned and pointed upstairs where the bed continued to squeak, squeak, squeak.

"Oh, I see. Is your dad around?"

"He's outside by the pool." With that, the possibility that it was Mike upstairs fucking my daughter was eliminated. Squeak, squeak, squeak...

I quickly went out on the patio to join Mike and to escape the relentless sound of the bed upstairs squeaking. But as I got to the top of the stairs to the rear veranda, I was stopped dead in my tracks.

James, my lawyer, was sitting out on the patio yukking it up with Mike. And if James was out there with Mike, who was upstairs fucking me? In the hope that maybe one of Mike's girls was being drilled upstairs by whom knows whom, I quickly glanced around the pool and spotted Mike's two daughters and Tanya sunning themselves nude.

"Fuck!!!", I shouted out. Mike and James turned and looked over to me. "Where's Molly?" Mike pointed upstairs.

"Oh, god damn! She's not a prostitute!" James called back, "Calm down. No one's selling her cunt. She's just helping out."

"Helping out? With whom?" Well, I knew the answer, but I still didn't get paid until Friday," he explained. He had thought that if I told him about Molly being sold to a prostitute, he could pay for it and then be able to get some money.

James rose. "Look, we better be going. The auto pound will be closing soon."

Reluctantly I went with James, leaving Molly upstairs with the Judge. At the auto pound, things went just as James said they would. He gave the clerk the Judge's order plus the fifty bucks and that was that.

By the time I got back to Mike's, I spotted the sleek black Jaguar parked out front. I correctly surmised that it was my lawyer's car.

Entering the house I immediately heard the squeak, squeak, squeak of the bed upstairs. Just then Dana came in from the pool, the water beading up on her tan nude skin. By then I had grown accustomed to seeing her and her sister nude.

"Where's Molly?" I asked already knowing the answer.

Dana grinned and pointed upstairs where the bed continued to squeaking, squeak, squeek.

"Oh, god damn! She's not a prostitute!" James called back, "Calm down. No one's selling her cunt. She's just helping out."

"Fuck!!!", I shouted out. Mike and James turned and looked over to me. "Where's Molly?" Mike pointed upstairs.

"Oh, god damn! She's not a prostitute!" James said. "Calm down. No one's selling her cunt. She's just helping out."

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