One thing Mona had always been good at was teasing men. This was the Hardcore old Mona now. The tease had been truly woken up by Arthur’s oral work on her throbbing pussy. Jerry’s Mona was slowly disappearing. The last vestige, the ‘I will never fuck him’ Mona was holding on for dear life. The next half an hour Mona made sure the two workmen saw everything she had to offer. She organised the new bedroom, made the bed and Brunette bent over as much as possible. They saw it all. “Coffee break.” She said. She placed a cup of coffee at each end of a chest of drawers outdoor then turned around and leaned against it, her legs slightly apart, inviting. They stood either side of her ignoring the coffee but looking at her heaving breasts. She said nothing. Not when a hand crept up her skirt blowjob to her wet pussy and not when another hand reached under her top to massage her nipples. As the guys got more and more excited she pushed them aside and walked out. If they had not been so rough she may have stayed longer but they had a grope and should be happy with that. “Was that ok Arthur?” She asked as she passed him in the lounge. “Yes sweety. Good girl.” She smiled. Happy that she had pleased him. She went and sat outside with Jerry. “Those fetish workmen were groping me all over Jerry.” She said spitefully. “Fingering my cunt and everything.” Jerry said nothing. Two hours later the hoist was fitted and Arthur had connected the electrics and put the ramp in place so Jerry could get in and out of the house by himself. “Sorry if we disillusioned you, Jonathan,” Daryl said just before I could get the words out. Now, how about something to really test your mettle?" “I am too.” Then I turned the tap on. Fuck, I’m such a whore! Panicking, I shrieked, “Who just came Brunette on my ass?” That made it very hard to get a good grade on the challenge test. "Sorry, Coach," Grace apologized. The sudden shift in weight on the swing, well, swung her hard so that our bodies net blowjob with force. “ Master’s Little Anal Slut, that’s classy Elena.” Sherok laughed as Opal shimmied her hips, the fresh ink contrasting her pale backside. Unfortunately for him now he now both had the suffocating noose and my legs strangulating him and his leverage was poor. “Fuck your codes!” I laughed, turning away from the dejected Valkyrie, picking up Terry’s severed head, and raising it aloft, “To Astrid!” I toasted merrily, “The Avenging Angel, The Winged-Executioner, the future-fucking-champion of Drastin!” “Ooh, Nathalie, you naughty girl.” God! Maybe he could help me out here. The door opened and Mrs. Minx fetish stood there. "You will collect the souls of the youthful kallos." The poor man was beyond afraid, practically foaming at the mouth as he awaited his gruesome death. He pulled his limp cock from her weak trembling body and lowered her to the mat. Having the place myself for a good month, I figured it best to seize outdoor the opportunity and go for it. To get fully dressed he would need to go around the whole room to gather his clothes. Your inauguration day. This afternoon, I would get the last of the stuff I needed. “And you said no to this?” I whispered jokingly, so Damon and Dylan wouldn't hear. “You're a bad liar. Shortly after that I heard a girl behind me cumming. I’m afraid you’ve unintentionally spoiled Hardcore him.” This changed things.