Cougar House Ep. 073 DAMagE CONTROL

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Sheriff Curtis "Coot" Donnelly surveyed the ashes of One-on-One Apartments, firefighters winding down pretty much everything they could do in putting out the blaze. The twelve-unit complex was down to one level, the top floor collapsed onto the bottom, nothing was truly salvageable.

Having called FBI Head of Operations, Eastman Bridge, in DC to inform him of suspecting that Hispanic hitman Raoul the Puma had resided at the apartments Bridge dispatched his own qualified bomb experts to go over the bombshell notes. The local team were former military ladies out of the small city Ballister some fifty miles North with fifteen years' experience by the names of Cree Lofton and Leslie Chism. Cree, a gorgeous black Cougar of 38 with a physique that proved she was tough even if she only defused bombs in Afghanistan for a career until she lost a leg in the situation. Bearing a prosthetic left leg Cree got around as if her true limb was still there. Her unit called her Phantom Limp. She was good with that.

Her partner Leslie Chism was a tall extremely busty blonde who always wore her hair in a French braided ponytail. Like Cree they kept fit even in a mostly boring job. Now that she was out of the military Lez as they called her, primarily because she was just that, a hot lesbian of 40, had covered her upper shoulders to the neck and full sleeves down both arms in tattoos. She needed to express herself and found art her best option.

Her girlfriend Zima called her Chesty Chism. 40D's on a bodybuilder bod she held up well. At any rate Coot chose to step in with the ladies and FBI plain clothes bomb whisperer Gannon Walsh and learn what had rattled his quiet town. His Deputy Riley Filmore had filled him in on what young Grace Goode had let him know of her next-door neighbor Raoul. The conclusion seemed obvious, but the question remained, was he the Puma? Going by tennis shoes and being Hispanic was not enough.

"Any deductions, Ladies?"

"Definitely C4 with a hair trigger device." Cree advised! "The second the owner of those apartments unlocked the door he was in five or more pieces. Whomever resided there knew his ordinance."

"Sifting through smoke and ashes we found guns." Lez added! "Definitely not street level. I'm talking AK and grenade shrapnel. The initial blast was so strong it ignited the grenades right along with it. Our resident didn't want anyone to know he was that armed. Under the bed stash I'd guess, if the landlord had him living there for any length of time."

"I had a witness that the guy living there left around 10:00 PM last night." Coot glanced at Gannon who was debriefed already on the attack at Margo Needy's. The local ladies had no idea concerning that attack and the FBI preferred to keep the connective tissue to themselves. "Whereabouts unknown. Only a first name of Raoul. Left his home with a pool cue bag is pretty much it, outside of a car description. Cream colored sedan but they didn't know the model." Coot made eye contact with Gannon Walsh, who lightly nodded that he knew the car found hidden in the trees at Margo's property was indeed cream colored. "Not much else to go on."

"I'll continue my investigation on my own. I appreciate you ladies in coming out to assess the situation and make certain no further blasts could occur. I'll be sure to praise your efforts to your superiors."

"All good!" Lez nodded! "Hey, Sheriff? I've had my eye on Wildwood a while now. Ever consider a bomb unit?" Gannon chose to investigate the charred remains a bit more closely, leaving the ladies to chat with Coot further.

"Not on my budget. Looking for a few new recruits as officer's though. Probably couldn't pay you what your squad does."

"Does? This is our first call in eight weeks." Cree frowned! "Bored out of our skin up in Ballister. Desk jobs are not our thing."

"Easy money." Coot shrugged!

"Money isn't everything Sheriff Donnelly. Cozy, quaint, but busy is my teacup." The busty blonde sighed! "I'm just looking to settle down with my girl Zima, maybe get out of the boom-boom business. I mean, even if I demoted myself, I could be of use if there ever were any further wire and retire situations closer to home. Hell, I might even be able to swing working here and in Ballister. Maybe, let me float as necessary?"

"You really want to move here to Wildwood? Nothing special outside of the scenery."

"You think on it. I won't be offended if you say no. Just a prospect."

"I already have one new recruit coming in next week. Room for another I suppose. Town my size I'm required to employ ten officers to cover all hours. My roster now is six on double shifts." He omitted telling them of Bebe Service being wounded last night. "I have been looking over applicants. 40K my best offer."

"When do you need me?"

"That fast?" Cree squinted at her partner. "You're going to leave me?"

"You know I've needed change a while now Creedence. Zima and I are ready to start a family."

"So have I Lez, but... " She fidgeted! "Put me in a squad car and keep me away from a desk?" She lifted her prosthetic limb. "Don't let this sway you I run faster than a cheetah." She smirked! "Time me if you need to."

"She's a black belt at that." Leslie chuckled! "We're both crack shots too. Afghanistan has us prepared. Minus the PTSD!"

"Talk with your superiors and have them call me. If you're serious, I'll bite."

"Housing market good down here? Zima and I rent but we're looking to buy."

"Time's right, I'll hook you up with Bianca Goode. She's our real estate champion in these parts. Pastor's wife too, if you're looking for a nice religious experience her ole' man is a hell... bad choice of words, a wonderful speaker."

"I love me some gospel." Cree grinned! "Raised in the church. Choir gal my whole childhood until I enlisted."

"If you can schedule us right Cree and I can live in Ballister a month or so and drive back and forth until we can get settled here. Give us time to look at houses," Leslie peered over her shoulder, "probably not apartments." Coot nodded with a sigh.

"It's not going to be the same without ole' Drew. One heck of a nice guy. I'm just glad no other tenants were home at the time. Place was called One-on-One for a reason. He only rented to single individuals, no kids." Resident Maria Salazar had not even thought of that after getting her niece Lola. Moot point now!

"He was so nice he even gave each tenant one month free a year. This Raoul guy couldn't have lived here long unless Drew was lucky enough to catch him at home anytime he needed to do something to fix the apartment. Anyways, I need to probably do some boot sifting for clues of my own. You know how to find me when you're ready to report. Superiors consent first." He pointed! "Courtesy!"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence Sheriff."

"Call me Coot."

"We'll just call you Chief. Sir!" Leslie saluted him military style. "Old habits!"

"Works for me."

"Yes, we do." Cree giggled, her amazing eyes wide and sparkling. "New us!" A high five between bombshells. Boom and boom again!

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Margo Needy's future B&B... fingers crossed.

"Good thing ole' Darryl Needy had everything we needed in his garage. Mixing concrete way back there would be hades without all of this extra hose. Keep dumping bags Greg. Don't let the base dry out Benjamin, always mix nonstop."

Bruno Hancock instructed his helpers Gregory Shepard and Ben Dunn, tricks of the trade. After a early afternoon haul from town to buy a bed load of concrete mix he and his crew had deduced exactly where to frame 2x4's and start laying concrete to build their newest roommate Regis the mountain lion a pen. Not that he necessarily needed one considering the two-year-old pussy seemed quite at home wherever Margo Needy was.

They all saw some inexplicable connection between she and the cat, almost as if they knew one another from another life. In lose her mind moments Margo even referred to the cat by her late husband Darryl's name. Weird, yes! Margo was the sanest woman alive but in calling the cat her reincarnated husband did draw a few cocked eyebrows. As long as the cat didn't eat her, they let it go. In Bruno's mind, eating Margo was his job.

Off to the side Bruno's son's Brian and Jeffrey were erecting the cage fencing, Heath Talbot believe it or not pitching in on post holes around the framework. They were all a pretty unified team. All they needed was their other roommate Cabot to fill their ranks. Heath seemed to be a go-getter today even though he did have other things to do. Too late to go get a new cellphone he opted for tomorrow. Being chosen to take Margo to her bank's board meeting he figured he could drop her off and run and get a new phone, he did have insurance on the old one.

Not only that but he had just rescued Officer Sexy Service aka Barbara "Bebe" Service from the hospital. Probably released too soon after surgery in removing a slug from her shoulder chest area. Hardly fatal but still a very tender spot. The good drugs sent along with Bebe in her demand to go home had knocked her out just from the drive between Billingsly and Margo's. Instead of taking her on home Heath wanted to keep an eye on her. Tough guy had his moments. Of course, he charged his slave Jenna Nichols with babysitting Bebe, ordered to lay beside her until he returned. Fine by her she was extremely tired after last night.

While digging Heath did reflect on the hospital and a potential hot date with a nurse that could easily be the clone of porn goddess Cali Carter. He worshipped that slut's videos. Even more, the girls name was Callie Cooper, closely resembling her name as well. Short, sexy beyond compare, and easily intrigued by Heath's overpowering masculine persona, namely ego.

Big dick boasting caught her eye immediately. He knew she wanted to fuck him right there in Bebe's hospital bed, but Bebe wouldn't let Callie risk her job. Luckily, she just made a date. All he needed was that new cell to call her and set things up. Friday would come quick, yet he swore cumming quick on Friday was not the cards. Nope! He had plans to show her his stamina and keep that bitch coming back for more. Sounded like Cali! Energetic little minx!

Bruno with his shirt off sweating hard, was doing the shoveling of concrete and leveling it out amid rebar. What should be an all-day job just to build a 10X15 enclosure was moving along quicker than expected once they dug in. His boys worked diligently in the first quarter section before switching it up. Everyone had a part and swore to get the foundation at least done by 4:00. Bruno had to bail at 4:00 to beat his wife Carmen home so she didn't question where he was. He definitely needed a shower to rinse off not just sweat by Margo's scent. He fucked Margo for almost two hours straight without bathing. Even Greg and Ben noticed his odor but kept quiet. The giant could break them like twigs. Being a lumberjack in cutting down trees for a living said it all.

"You're too quiet Ben. What's wrong with you?" Greg was getting worried for his buddy.

"Just thinking. Lily hasn't returned a single call or text since she and Kim went to town. It's probably just her needing alone time but it just feels... like we're drifting apart."

"Dude! You saved her last night from that Wayne guy. How could she not love you after putting your life on the line for her."

"Maybe! Still, feels off. She has to go back to work tomorrow, she'll see Tyler Overmeyer. Who knows how that will go? I apologized to the guy, but he seemed arrogant about it. My gut says he's going to fight for her."

"So, slap him upside the head if he does." Stirring concrete was a tough job. An encouraged dump of what they had in the wheel barrel from Bruno they joined in lifting and letting Bruno shovel the contents out. Once completed it was repeat, rinse, repeat, time after time. That big inground swimming pool by the house was looking better by the second.

"You know I'm no fighter. Wish I was a lover." He grumbled! "I don't know me anymore. What about you? Kim in your future?"

"Who knows? I fucked her right beside my mom last night. I'm still freaked out by that, but Kim insisted. I think she just wanted Eric to see us. She loves Crowe, not me." Two Crowes now! "I'm just being used."

"Could be worse... she might not use you at all. If it gets you pussy, and that bitch is freaking insanely hot I say do it. For a while I was hoping for a threesome with Lily and Kim. I don't see it though. Lily gets weirded by Kim being her best friend and she's so not bi. I mean sure they don't have to be, it could just be to make me happy, but I'm... I'll be lucky to even get Lily again. I'm getting vibes she wants more than I can offer."

Heath Talbot overhearing them while digging his last post hole grinned but kept his thoughts to himself. "It's because Lily wants my dick you piss ant. You're not man enough to keep her. Big brother from another mother is more appealing." Cocky bastard! "I wonder how Frannie Filmore's day went after I stole her dress?"

Heath was all over the place in his mental wonderland. "I'm guessing her students fucked her all day long. If not, I'll make sure they do next time. I bet Riley Filmore is ready to shoot me. It's fun as hell to abuse his privileges. That fucker set himself up letting me own Frannie any time I wanted just to keep her happy. I think I made her insanely happy today. Last night was badass too before shit hit the Fran." The whole FBI/ hitman thing!

"I really should push Coot Donnelly harder to be a cop. I know I could do the job. Sucks though if Coot makes me go to some academy first. I do know he can legally induct me; my criminal record is spotless." Even he wondered how he got so lucky concerning that.

"I need to buy me a gun and get in some target practice. If I can prove to Coot that I'm good at things he might give me a chance." His roster was filling up, better get a move on Talbot. "Wonder where the fuck Cabot is? I bet he doesn't even know what happened out here. I don't think any of us has even talked to him since last night. Maybe Eric got a hold of him today. Guess I'll know here in a bit, I think Crowe gets off at 6:00 today."

How hard would it have been to borrow Brian's cell to check in on Cabot? Same for Cabot calling them. The thing was he had been trying but nobody was returning his calls. Brian had been too busy fucking the Pushycat Dolls, then working on this pen. Not only that he was mentally prepping himself for Thursday as long as his dad let him do what he intended. That intention meant sneaking up on Bruno's wife, his stepmother, while she sunbathed nude in their backyard. Never knowing until yesterday that Carmen did that like clockwork on sunny days, he just couldn't resist at least a video to jerk off too. Speaking of, Brian and Jeff were discussing her at this very moment.

"Dad's really letting you go see Carmen naked?"

"Quiet down! Dad didn't want me to tell you. I cut a deal with him to get him MJ and Daphne without them even knowing it."

"Damn! Dad's back to his old habits."

"Doubt he ever left those. He did just nail Margo."

"Right! He really wants to fuck his stepdaughters'?"

"Don't you want to fuck your stepsisters'?" Brian grinned, screwing clamps onto two posts. They were only setting up a long wall to a short wall. Once done the entire crew could move the sections as a unified effort.

"After that Heidi bullshit, I question that." Jeff sighed! "Yeah! I'm in."

"If you didn't need to go back to work, I'd take you with me to see Carmen. I'll just send video and pics."

"What are you going to do if she catches you? Carmen's not like the girls, she's older and more conservative."

"Is she? Dad told me she wants to check out a swinger's club. My gut tells me Carmen might be more curious than she lets us see. Here last week she brought us lunch at the park, and I swear she looked at my dick. Ever wonder if she questions if we're as endowed as dad?"

"I'm surprised she hasn't figured out you fucked the girls yet. They must be keeping tight lipped."

"Brother of mine? You know as well as I, after I fucked those bitches their lips were not tight."

"You know what I mean." Jeff laughed! "I know it's wrong but yeah, stepsisters as gorgeous as ours, deserve to be fucked on a routine basis."

"When Margo flies off to Paris to deal with Elliot's crap, we should bring Gwen, Daphne, and MJ out here."

"Now you're talking."

"I was thinking... "Brian leered back to make certain nobody was listening, "We need to utilize the benefits up in the attic to tie them up, blindfold them and let dad make his rounds."

"Oh, that's harsh."

"Three of us, three of them."

"Fuck, yeah! I want to pursue Yon, but no way would I pass on that. Genius, little brother."

"It gets better." Brian grinned with full on ivories! "Dad might take Carmen to that swinger's club. If he can get her blindfolded, we should be there and DP Carmen."

"Holy fuck! Dude you're demonic."

"Dad's the Devil. Guess that makes us his progeny."

"If Carmen ever finds out dad let us get away with that he'll be our next roommate out here."

"Let me work my mojo on Carmen this Thursday. I'll tease her hard but be her friend. Who knows she might just loosen up."

"So, you don't plan on trying to fuck her Thursday?"

"Too much too soon. Let me get on her curious side. Neither of us has ever really spent quality time trying to get to know her. Unless dad has warned her what I'm like, which I doubt because of the girls, she might look at me in a new light. Let's just call Thursday phase one. Tempt, pamper, and good conversation."

"How do you plan on explaining why you're there without dad? Aren't you cutting trees?"

"He's going fishing. We'll get caught up on Saturday. Know, why?"

"Fuck! He's making me go help you two, isn't he? When am I going to find time for Yon?"

"How are you getting to her Dr. DUI? Sixty miles away."

"Don't remind me. She says she can't drive too far due to her parents. I have to go to her somehow."

"She have a Korean cousin as hot as her?"

"Only child! The rest of her family is still in Seoul. Just mom, dad, and her here."

"We'll figure it out. Damn!" He looked toward the framing base. "Dad doesn't waste time he's about got that concrete poured."

"You know Pop, he gets the job done."

"Must be why Margo's still knocked out cold." Bri chuckled! "I wonder if her pet is still curled up next to her? That damn cat is hogging our pussy."

"I know! Let's just be glad that it's cool tempered. I'd hate to see him go all feral on us. Honestly, I'd be afraid to fuck her, he might think we're hurting her and maul us."

"That's what this pen is for. Is it sad that I miss, Olivia?"

"Naa! Crista's pretty fine too. Think they're still naked around Darby?"

"Only one way to find out."

Wrench tossed in his toolbox Brian drew out his phone. "Must have put it on mute earlier. Cabot's been blowing it up. Shit! He doesn't know about last night. Some best friend I am. I'll call him back after I check on Olivia." A fast dial with an unexpected demand of a Facetime request Olivia Furman answered. She was outside carrying buckets of feed to the cats. Darby following behind her by the looks of it.

"Hey Cutie. Miss me already?"

She smiled at him. Brian also on Facetime wagged his tongue at her. "Mm? Hey! Crista and I... hold on a minute." She looked back at Darby staring straight at her bare bottom as she bent over to set her bucket down.

"Yo, Tailgate! Go feed Gloria."

Frowning Darby moved around her and headed off to deal with dinner plans. Gloria was a one year-old female bobcat. One of the safer cats to allow him to deal with alone. Once gone Olivia continued. "Taking some getting used to, this streaker life. Good thing we don't have visitors out here. What I started to say was Crista and I forgot to send food with you guys earlier. We were considering driving over with food for Regis after Darby goes to bed. Give him some ZzzQuil and that boy's dead 'til dawn."

"Sure! What time can we expect your cunt on our dicks?"

"God! Where have you been all my life?" She giggled! "Don't think I'm trying to sound mushy, I'm fully aware I'm just a hole or three to you. Slave Olivia!" She shook her head! "Did you call to say you missed me or just to see if we were still naked?"

"Read you like a book." Jeff chuckled!

"Both! How's Darby dealing with your new favorite habit?"

"Glued to my hip. So, not easy to cope with. Guys, he's only fifteen. I mean it's not like we're getting down and dirty with him, but just seeing us naked is unsettling. I was telling Crista earlier that his bedtime was going to be hell. You just don't understand his mentality. He's a smart kid if not lost in another world half the time but he's still a man. His mom has him spoiled so there's a daily ritual of things he has to have each day to keep calm. One of those is a bedtime story each night. He has to have Crista or I lay in bed with him and cuddle as we read him one. Being naked and that up close is going to be tedious, don't you think. It's my freaking turn tonight."

"You'll live, Liv." He chuckled! "Just hope he doesn't request you read War & Peace."

"Funny, Master!" She frowned with a half smirk. "God, I hope he doesn't... you know." A hand gesture of jerking off. "We catch him doing that twice a day. His mentality just sends him on tangents. We got lucky last night because our closest neighbor old lady Kripke had pity on us so we could go look for Regis. Not tonight! Thank God, Darby's mom only has two more weeks in rehab."

"Don't think I won't check on you to see if you're still naked at any time."

"You, Sir, are driving my hormones wild. As crazy as this arrangement is, you have Crista and I hooked. The day you throw us to the wind is going to be... not so good."

"Never any promises Liv, but we love those cunts so you're good for a few months at least."

"Right now, I'll take it." She laughed! "Stuck out here, our dating life is zilch. I'm happy we met you guys." Crista coming up behind her from the food barn saw her on her cell. "Brian says hi." Crista beamed and joined her up close cheek to cheek in looking at Brian.

"Hey there, Master Man... Men. Who's the new member of ZZ Top?" She spotted Bruno working diligently in behind Brian at a distance of forty feet.

"That would be our dear old dad." Jeff chimed in peering at the girls at a bad angle. An instant glimmer between brothers they grinned. Yep! Make these bitches fuck Bruno too. It was sad that their father's affairs had ruined their mother's marriage to him and destroyed their family, but time mended all fences. They were becoming more and more like the apple tree their father dropped. Devil's Daycare just had graduates.

"He looks fit." Crista shared squinting for a better look. She saw Heath Talbot toss his post hole digger aside and walk off. Greg and Ben suffering from the heat maintained their mixing job. They just wanted it done already. So did Bruno.

"I can hook you bitches up." Brian smirked! "No, I WILL hook you bitches up." Both women bulged their eyes. They were being pimped out right and left, last night having fucked Heath and Eric too. Was there no end to their madness?

"Just say when." Crista giggled! Liv did say they were hooked. Although the young Miss Furman did bite her lower lip at how easily her employer Crista Pooshard responded. So crazy!

"Since you're so eager." Brian sneered at the couple. "I think the Boss Lady there should lose control. Don't you, Liv?"

"I always lose control to you and Jeffrey." Crista shared an expression of, "Where is this going Brian?"

"Kiss Olivia."

"What?" Both women murmured, Crista hesitantly looking around for Darby. Seeing him feeding Gloria one strip of meat at a time she then looked at Olivia. Neither were bi-sexual, nor had they ever gotten that close to one another. Thus far, the boys had simply shared them amongst themselves and their male friends.

"Do as you're told, Catwoman." Brian looked expectant. Taking deep breathes the girls seemed awkward about it, subtle pecks, exploring right angles to even begin. Finally, Olivia just went for it and smothered her lips into Crista's yet held her camera steady for Brian to watch. "You can do better than that. Get those tongues tangling. I want to see passion." Whimpering heard, both women did their best, Crista was even holding Olivia's face in her hands.

"You bitches are hopeless." Brian badgered them! "I SAID PASSION!"

Bruno hearing his son snap noticed his cell lifted for Jeff to look too, and winced. "What are those two up to now? Hm? Wonder if they got Gwen and one of her sisters making out?" Taking a break, he quickly showed Ben how to smooth out the concrete then hopped out of the rebar frame to stroll up on his sons.

"Anything good on NetFLICKS?"

"The cat ladies." Jeff whispered! "The blonde with big tits is Crista, the petite brunette Olivia. First time kissing girls." Brian winked at his dad.

"Purdy girls." Bruno puckered! "How's their bodies?" He was only seeing closer shots of the girls doing their best to French kiss and look as if into it. Both were surprised they could deal with it so well.

"Fucking nice! Liv is almost perfect; Crista's older but still rocking it."

"Kiss lower!" Brian barked! Crista took the lead just so Olivia wouldn't let Brian down. Not that she would have, but it was nice of the boss to show her the ropes. Lips parting Crista began pelting Liv's neck and shoulder. "I SAID LOWER NOT OVER!" Brian made his voice heard.

Crista jumped at his tone and knew exactly what he wanted. Kissing downward over Liv's chest she let Olivia do the cell shifting so that her every kiss was seen. "THAT NIPPLE LOOKS JUICY! SWALLOW THAT SHIT!" In the background Greg and Ben rolled their eyes at doing all of the dirty work.

Nipple nuzzled at first Crista kissed the girl's nub then lapped her tongue around it like she often did her own in private. They heard Olivia wheeze and mumble, "Oh shit!" Crista then sucked on Liv's nipple and got into it. "The things we do for you two." Giggle heard, Olivia moaned soon after.

"LOWER!" Brian was the man, planting an elbow on his dad's shoulder as the three Hancock's enjoyed the show. "KNEES PUSHYCAT! SUCK LIV'S CLIT!" The cell shook the further Crista pelted succulent kisses down Liv's smooth abdomen. Leading into bikini strip territory the young employee began trembling hard with expectation. The second a moist tongue found the girls clit, Liv lost her ability to hold her cell straight. Her panorama view was the cage next to them, then the ground, followed by a pacing Darby right behind Crista. The boy couldn't watch directly so was walking in circles nervously.

"Who the hell is that?" Bruno grunted!

"Crista's nephew." Jeff filled him in. "Autistic!"

"That poor kid can't process what's going on there."

"OH, FUCK!" Olivia yelped! "DARBY!" Her cell steadying even as she spoke saw Crista gnawing hard at Olivia's clit and loving it. "CRISTA! DARBY!" No retreat! "YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME..." CUM! "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Olivia knew it was hopeless to hide it so let it all out.

Crista looking up at her like a hungry puppy with a wet chin grinned at the cell seeing all three Hancock's. "Good enough, Master's?" Bruno chuckled at her dedication.

"That's my boys!" Bruno had to get back to work.

"Okay! As much as I love doing anything you ask of me..." Crista took Olivia's cell from her, "I need to calm my nephew. He's overheated and not by what he saw just now. At least I hope not. We'll be over..." She lowered her voice, "... sometime after 10:00. Is your father going to be there?" Hint! Hint!

"No! He has a hot ass wife at home and four hotter ass stepdaughters'." Brian confided! "I'll still make you both fuck him."

"HA! We should hook Heidi up with Darby." Jeff laughed!

"YOU WILL NOT BE DOING THAT." Bruno yelled at them! "THE KIDS I MEAN. THE HOOKUP I'LL CONSIDER." Everyone laughed as Brian wagged his tongue at the girls, then ended the call. "Now that you numb nuts are done. Get your asses over here and let's finish this floor."

Daddy was in charge.

MASTER of Masters'!

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Inside Margo's home, Heath Talbot grabbed a cold drink then started upstairs when he heard the front door open behind him. Looking back with curiosity he brightened up.

"Welcome back Stranger."

In walked Cabot Ross with a droll expression. Behind him was a shorter hot blonde in leggings and a tee. Grace Goode saw Heath and instantly remembered him. "I know you. You came to track meets to watch us compete."

"Only to watch your sweet, tight ass wiggling around the track." Heath had no idea who she was. Just being Heath! She did blush though and bit her tongue.

"Do you ever answer your phone? I've been blowing it up for the last ten hours or more." Cabot closed the door and directed Grace in with a pat to her ass. "Go to my room I need to talk to Heath. My room is directly across from Margo's. Her room doesn't have a door."

Fidgeting, she crossed the living room until reaching Heath. Blocking her from the steps she edged around him as he smirked at her. The second she straightened to climb the steps he slapped her left ass cheek.

"No clue!" He chuckled! She wasn't sure what he meant by that but scurried up the stairs with a hidden smile. "My cell died."

"Charge it now and then." Cabot retaliated moving to the staircase but resting an elbow on the banister.

"No, I mean funeral for C-Mobile! It got thrown into a swimming pool at the high school. I got into a fight. Long story! Frannie Filmore kicked his ass though. She got choked out at the bottom of the pool, dress shredded. Whole school saw her butt ass naked and wet."

"Who with?" The story Officer Mitchell Byrd needed clarified.

"Remember Jenna Nichols?"

"Yeah?"

"What you don't know is her parents are in witness protection. Her too! Jenna's dad raped her on Facetime with me. Things went crazy after that. I brought Jenna here after her mom asked me to get her to safety. Turns out Jenna's dad is testifying against some mob boss, so, whoever Guido is he sent a hitman to kill him. Her dad and his FBI handler came out here looking for Jenna. Ben Dumb and Greg Sheepherder rescued Jenna's mom. She was being dyke fucked with a strap on by their own handler. Crowe's sister brought her and Jenna out here and hid them in Elliot's treehouse. FBI got alerted and a whole clusterfuck of guys came to track down Jenna's dad and the handler."

"I saw the cop cars outside. Who shot those up?" Already knew! Just letting Heath ramble!

"That hitman Guido sent. Confetti is his name; I just remembered it. Guido that is. The hitman was Raoul the Puma, I heard Riley Filmore call him. Anyway, it gets better. Bebe Service got shot in the chest, but it wasn't life threatening. ER took her bullet out, patched her up and now G. I. Jane is upstairs in my bed waiting for me to fuck her up the ass. She's drugged up. I didn't want to take her home and leave her by herself. Jenna's sleeping next to her in case Bebe has any problems. So far so good, I guess. I was just going up to check..." A deafening squeal from upstairs saw Grace Goode come running down. shoving past Heath and hiding behind Cabot.

"What's wrong with you?" Cabot looked at her with a queer expression.

"Mountain Lion! I think he's eating Mrs. Needy."

"What?"

"Relax that's our new housecat, Regis." Heath palmed his boy before he could charge upstairs and start a war. "Margo thinks the cat is Darryl Needy reincarnated. Never know, I guess. That fucking pussy barely leaves her side."

"You're serious!" Cabot bulged his eyes.

"Follow me!" Heath took the stairs, Cabot holding Grace's hand, they headed up together. Heath walked right on into Margo's bedroom to find her still snoring away on her tummy, ass slightly lifted in her comfort zone. Regis was still lying between her legs facing away from her. His tail was fanning up and down lightly swatting her ass. She slept right through her fuzzy torture.

"I'll be damned. Is that the cat that trapped you in the treehouse?"

"One and the same." Heath stepped in with his sweating ice water glass and let the pussy lick up droplets off the exterior. "Gentle as a regular kitty."

"Wow!" Was all Grace could say, still leery of getting too close.

Heath grinning at Grace winked, "Watch this." Collecting an ice cube from his glass, he moved over Margo's body, Regis watching his every move like a guard dog. Taking the cube between his fingers, he lightly trailed a cool wet trail from the small of Margo's back upward and between her butt cheeks. Her reaction was slow in revival, but her ass rose higher to greet the cube. Hand parting her crack Heath stuck the cube right inside her pucker. Leaving it there he flicked condensation at Regis. Stepping back the visitors saw Regis stand up and turn around. Thirsty the cat began licking Margo's butt cheek.

"That's cruel." Grace pouted, yet Cabot grinned at Heath for his mischief. Margo stirring in her deep slumber felt a tongue lapping at her asshole and smiled. A gentle roll over the cat eased away to allow her room. On her back now she smiled with her eyes sealed.

"Is Master frisky? Mm! Darryl you're so..." EYES WIDE! Enduring the rough texture of the cat's resuming tongue lapping water from her clit she looked over at Heath, Cabot, and Grace then squealed. Immediately she cast her lower body off of the bed to sit up. Regis merely crouched down licking his whiskers.

"HEATH!" Guilty as charged! "Don't encourage Regis. That..."

"Felt good?" Heath laughed! Margo shut up and rolled back to make over Regis to show him it wasn't his fault, and that mommy wasn't mad. "I need to go check on bulletproof Bebe." Heath stepped away but goosed Grace. She nearly jumped on Cabot's back feeling Heath's finger jab her unmistakable clam from behind. Wet again! Not from any ice cube.

"You never called."

Cabot was still upset over nobody calling him. Just that fast his cell rang, seeing the caller he rolled his eyes. "It's Brian." Answering it he didn't get in a word. Brian rambled starting with "Dude!" This led to Cabot going to the bedroom window to look out at the cage builders. "I'll be out in a few." Cabot just hung up on his buddy. "Alright! I was just upset nobody let me know what happened out here last night."

"It's been chaos Cabot."

"In Wildwood too!"

Margo snuggled with Regis while Grace tried not to stare at Margo's amazing body. "Open the window. Regis probably needs to go potty." A lift of screen the cat peeled away from Margo's adoration and jumped down to the floor then rising up on his hind legs to lean on the sill. Cabot stepping back to give him room the big cat leaped up and out onto the canopy over the back deck.

"I see a cage. Keeping Simba?"

"I am! He's got a special place in my heart."

"Cougar to Cougar?" Cabot chuckled!

"Hi! I'm Grace. I'll just be snooping through Cabot's things in his room." Grace fluttered her fingers then left Cabot and Margo alone. Once gone Cabot walked over and sat down on the bed next to the stretched-out Margo.

"She's adorable." Margo smiled! In turn Cabot nodded without a reply. He then turned to crawl over Margo and lay behind her, his arm palming her chest to press her back against him.

"I'm glad you're okay." He kissed her shoulder then smelled her body odor. Unpleasant he retreated but kept his hold.

"Sorry! I haven't bathed since early yesterday. Bruno Hancock just took me for two hours straight so I'm pretty ripe. I've missed you, Master." She wanted a kiss but knew even her breath was rank. "I'll freshen up and love on you later."

"You're okay! Grace is staying the night. I just wanted to tell you things are going great with Roselyn. We'll see how the money part pans out, but I've got her so hooked on me I'm pretty certain I've got her help in backing up the B&B project."

"About that! Cabot? Roselyn is a wonderful soul. I don't think I can take her money. Please, reconsider what you're trying to do to help me. If the loan doesn't come through, I at least have Farouk's money to live on through the winter. If you want to stop toying with Roselyn, just come home to me."

"That's the thing Margo. I kind of like... I never thought I'd admit this... but I like the control. I'm getting good at it. Rose worships my ability. I guess I'm more cut out to be a master than I thought."

"You should prove that to me." She giggled, reaching back to caress his cheek. "Am I still your motherly whore?"

"Always! Even Rose knows I'm dedicated to you. As long as I divide my time well, I can keep her happy, and you."

"What of Grace there?"

"Keeping her too. Oh! Almost forgot, Maria has a child now."

"What? You got her pregnant?"

"I thought that too when Grace told me." He laughed! "Whew! Bullet whizzed right by my penis. No, it's her sister's three-year old. Cute as a button, a very happy kid. A coyote down in Mexico smuggled Lola into the country to be raised by Maria. Only thing is she's homeless now."

"Homeless?"

"Did you sleep all day?"

"What did I miss?"

"Her apartment complex blew up. I forgot to tell Heath that. Grace lived two doors down from Maria. My buddy Mitch filled me in; he's on the police force. Bomb killed the landlord when he tried to enter. They suspect it might have been the hitman who was out here last night. Heath filled me in, but I already knew. I wanted to hear his side. Your side! Brian's side! Yadda! Yadda!"

"Brian shot the head of the FBI with tranquiller darts." She giggled! "Everything looked grim, but he walked in like Bruce Willis in Die Hard. Yippy Ki Aye Motherfuckers." Speaking of mommy, she pressed her ass against Cabot's obvious erection. "I can yell Yippy too." A tease was better than nothing.

"Can we just lay here?"

"I'd like that."

The cost of repairing a relationship was peace.