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"That's what it's about baby," Dancer sneered. "Sensation. Pain or pleasure, it doesn't matter. They're two sides of the same coin. I'm going to enjoy teaching you that, just the way I taught Rainey. Yeah, I'm going to love being in business with you."

Vera tossed her head from side to side, barely able to hold back a wail of tenor. It was bad enough to have him flack her this time. The thought of seeing him ever again shot clear through her.

There was a scrape of shoe leather on the cement outside. Then a voice, smooth and bassy, filled the mom.

"What the hell's going on in here, Dan?"

Dancer jerked his head around. There was a terrible snarl on his lips. The expression faded when the man came into the roam and stood with his feet braced and his hands cocked on his hips.

Vera wanted to cry out with relief and shame bath. For a dizzying moment, she was swept back to the time eighteen years ago, when Paul had come into the room in just the same way and stopped the degrading fucking.

Dancer pulled his cock out quickly-so fast that her pussy tissues half clung to it and made her feel as if her cunt were being drawn inside out.

He sat on his legs and looked at the man. His expression was totally different-rather subservient. He was definitely no longer the dominant figure in the room. The man in the doorway was, and there hadn't even been a battle.

"Just having a little party here, Max," Dancer answered finally. He nodded towards the pretty girl who had come up behind the man. "You and Joyce come on in and join us, huh? Hey, do all the TVs work okay? I guess you were coming down the line checking them, huh?"

Max Sawyer ran his eyes over Vera's body, looking into her wet cunt for just a moment. He gazed at Roger and Rainey, who were still huddled together, prick and pussy joined.

Max was in his early forties. His build was good, his coloring tanned, with silvery patches in the hair at his temples. He looked as if he'd just stepped off his yacht. Bushy eyebrows were fierce at first, then paternal in appearance.

The girl behind him was a little older than Roger. Her hair was red-blonde, her features delicate and doll-like. She looked over his shoulder with wide green eyes and a perky, mischievous smile on her full lips.

After a long moment, Max stopped frowning, but his face stayed craggy. "They're all working fine, Dan," he said, coming into the room a little farther. "Who are these people? I thought I told you I didn't want any messing around on this deal, fella. Can't yow keep it in your pants at all any more? Rainey was supposed to solve that problem. That's why we saved her, wasn't it?"

"Hey, Max," Dancer said with a nervous laugh, spreading his hands out placatingly. "They were already in here tucking each other. Rainey and I just joined in, that's all." His eyes slid in their slits towards Vera, and the nastiness leaped from him, snarling and fanged, a split second of it meant only for her, telling her to be careful what she said to Max.

"They were up here? What do you mean, they were here? How did they get in, for Christ's sake?"

"With a key, Max," Dancer said wickedly. "That's Mr. Hanson, and that's her swinging kid. Not like old Paul, huh?"

"What!" Max cried. He looked at Vera penetratingly and made her want to shrivel with shame. Then he let out a short laugh. "Well, it's a hell of a way to meet you finally, Mrs. Hanson, I guess, but hello." He leaned over the bed and stuck out a blunt hand.

Vera looked at it dumbly. She took it. It was dry and firm. She felt absolutely ridiculous, lying naked on a waterbed with a wet cunt and shaking hands with her husband's business partner.

"This is Joyce," he said, nodding towards the pretty girl, his voice ludicrously formal. He looked at Dancer, then down at his long prick, still half-stiff, still shiny with her pussy juice. "Cover it up, Dan, the party's over. With Vera, it's over for good, understand?"

There was menace in the tone. Dancer paled slightly. "Sure, Max," he said. He looked down at his cock. "Seems I've got this problem though, Max. You came in at just the wrong time."

"You've always got that problem, Dan. The trouble with you is that you're always trying to solve it in the wrong places and at the wrong times. One day, I'm going to get up to here with your problem, because I'll never know when it's going to mess me up, you understand?" He was still smiling, but his eyes were like black bearings.

"Sure, Max," Dancer said, licking his lips. "But Rainey got kind of busy with the kid there, and… I thought..

"That's the way it goes sometimes, Dan. But do your thinking when I tell you to, because you get a little shit-headed when you think all by yourself. Get your pants on."

Dancer licked his lips again. "How about if I borrow Joyce for a little while first, huh?"

The bushy brows became a dark shelf shadowing the caves beneath them where tigers looked out. "One day, Dan, I'm going to take that goddamn cock of yours and wrap it under your body and make you do something with it most people say is impossible. Go check the circuits down in the office.

Dancer held Max's hard gaze for a defiant moment. Then he swept up his pants and thrust one leg after the other into them. He looked at Rainey, who was huddled against Roger fearfully, then decided he'd better not push Max any farther. He stalked out of the room.

Max turned to Vera, smiling with a suddenly paternal expression. "Why don't you and Joyce and I go into the next room where we can talk. Roger and Rainey can stay here and enjoy the TV." He looked at Rainey. "I've never seen her look so happy before. Dan doesn't agree with her the way your son does. Maybe I'll do something about that."

It was as good as a promise. As if Rainey were an object of barter. Veta already had an idea what Max would request in return.

She slipped off the bed and scooped up her panties and slipped into them quickly. Max didn't watch, which was a refreshing change for this degrading day:

Joyce was leaning against the railing outside. She wore red shorts and a powder-blue tank top. Her nipples showed clearly. Her eyes went up and down Vera's body with interest, centering on her tipped boobs and then the crotch of her panties.

Without warning, with a little mischievous giggle, Joyce yanked off her top and pushed her shorts to her feet and stepped out of them, posing in the bright sun. Her tits were round and firm, the nipples big pink dots in the centers of them. Her ass was pert and tight, and yellow panties stretched across her cheeks.

"There!" she said brightly. "Now you don't have; to feel embarrassed. I saw your dress dawn there. I don't like clothes anyway, do you? Max, isn't she terribly pretty?" She giggled again, staring with too much interest at Vera's nearly naked body.

She came over and took Vera's hand and giggled with childish innocence. "Honey, why do you keep that Dan around? He gives me the creeps! Poor Rainey. Poor Vera, getting flicked by that long dick!" She shivered and hugged Vera in a sisterly way, one naked tit pushing against Vera's.

"I don't like him any better than you do," Max said. "But he knows his stuff." He ushered them into a room.

Joyce whooped and pulled Vera with her, sending them both flying onto the waterbed. "I just love these beds, Max!" she cried, her naked tits heaving under Vera when momentum carried her on top of the girl.

The contact was not unpleasant to Vera. There was a pillowing softness to her tits, a pleasant yield to the firm flesh of her ass. Joyce wrestled her around on the bed like a boisterous teenager, almost too much to believe for the age she had.

Vera looked at Max with a questioning expression, but he stood over the bed and looked down with a paternal grin, and Vera decided that Joyce was genuinely juvenile, high-spirited, and empty-headed-a fluffy little kitten who'd found what she thought was a playmate to romp with.