Almost as tough looking as they really were. There started to be circulated urban legends about them around town, and many of them actually were true. The guys in town were very much afraid of them, that is if they had any sense about them at all. But, they turned out to be very popular with the shady side of the tracks ladies, since they were very gentle with them and very dependable about mutual agreements. Just being with them was a sure protection from L.E, angry customers and insistent pimps. So, Arl and Bla never had oral to sleep alone, they almost always had several of those gals staying with them at Orgy (Group) any one time and the girls knew that the rent was to be paid with their pussies. Gave bonuses to the guys, too. They never married, though and had themselves fixed so that they would never have children that would have to suffer as they had. Along the way, their names disappeared amateur and they were now known as Spike and Bad Boy. Most by now, probably didn’t even know their previous real names. They didn’t even use them in their business, which was listed as a consulting firm specializing in bail jumpers and serving papers. That was officially, though. Really it was the strong teen arm stuff that made the most money for them. And the Mount Beaver Detective Agency was only one of the businesses in town that utilized their services. They were also utilized off the books to deal with things in town that the police couldn’t do anything about. Only, it usually had to be nonlethal when they were called upon by them. Not much weeping by L.E. though at those who disappeared for good under contract to others. There was the Craigslist affair with Mariah the escort and her little daughter. Everyone knew what had happened afterward, but no one was talking. I smiled at Elenore's words, obviously the Orgy (Group) girl had something on her mind. Someone is unaccounted for.” I grabbed the wrist of oral the girl nearest me and growled “you can stay” and so she stayed as the others dissipated. Jill, Mom, and Fred got assigned to amateur shredding cabbage for the Cole slaw. He secured each cuff to a leg of the coffee table. Want me to stop and pickup something for dinner?” “I can’t see shit! It never seemed to matter what position she was in compared to the position of the geisha. “We will,” Greta said, her eyes red, tears teen staining her cheeks. “Damn-it!” the phone slipped from my slippery, slimy, cum-covered fingers!