Cougar House Ep. 088: Byrd Watcher

"I'm going to have to put a pole light out here."

Margo Needy slowly crept along the back of her property shining a dim flashlight to see where she was going. She had been procrastinating, after being sidelined by Summer Winstead's arrival and assisting Eric Crowe in getting through to the woman. Added to that goal she fed her new pet mountain lion Regis a pastrami roll. Finally, girl talking with Jenna Nichols. Now, darkness had snuck up on her.

She wanted to see the cougar pen that the boys and Bruno Hancock erected. This was her new baby's home, baby being a 200-pound male mountain lion that essentially was more of a housecat than any wild animal. Big baby at best, yet still intimidating. She thought the cat was right behind her but in looking back he was nowhere in sight.

"Where did you run off to Darryl?" Long story!

Okay, long story short, Margo Needy had lost her late-husband and glorious master Darryl Dean Needy three years ago in a car accident. The cat Regis was born in captivity only to lose its mother and all of the litter but he himself. Both tragedies had arrived so very close to the day she let her tenant and new master, one of five, convince her it was possible that Darryl was reincarnated as Regis. Sure, it was silly, but Margo finding the cat so loyal and into her like a pet couldn't help but envision the reality. She knew it was dumb but in a way, it was comforting to have Regis around. Darryl perhaps! It was what it was.

Reaching the pen, she cascaded every inch of it in her flashlights beam. The cage seemed to be well constructed. "Bruno and the boys did a wonderful job." She tested the mesh fencing for durability. "Mm! Pen me up! I always wanted to be a pen up girl." She giggled! "They even left the lock and key in the door. I'll have to thank the girls at Pushycat Sanctuary for their gift. I still can't believe they allowed me to keep Regis. Keep might be a strong word unless it applies to me. My boys can have me for as long as they want to keep me.

"I think Cabot will lose interest in me first, now that he's toying with Roselyn Albright. Her millions are alluring, I might make that judgment call myself if I were him. Heath has Jenna enslaved, now possibly Bebe Service, who knows who he might collar next. I'll be chopped liver by winter."

Opening the door, she felt tempted to enter, dipping her toe on the wet concrete as if checking the temperature of the water in her swimming pool. Mushing under even the slightest weight she pulled away.

"I should have known it wouldn't be hardened so soon. It's only been about six hours and the temperature outside has cooled considerably. It will take a few days to settle before I can put Regis inside it. He needs a shelter from the weather too, the girls kept his interior habitat for future use. If I get lucky enough to get my loan approved tomorrow after my talk with Jacob Overmeyer's Board of Directors, I'll splurge enough to make Regis a home fit for a king. Darryl!"

She smiled warmly in recognizing her hubby. "I miss you Baby. I miss Elliot too. Even though he's a hemorrhoid on my ass. Going to Paris next week scares me. Even if I get the loan to go through, I need to fulfill that commitment to Farouk, he did send me the money I stashed in the bank as collateral so, it is only fair I fulfill his fantasy. Besides, I really could use a vacation. All-expense paid at that." She recalled her modelling days and walking the runway in Paris fashion. It was such a beautiful city.

"Meeting Giselle is important to Elliot too. If they're still together that is. He's never had a girlfriend before so, as much as I want him to be happy, can it last? Elliot is so immature for a genius IQ. How did we get so lucky, Darryl? To have adopted such a brain fart as our son. No calls or texts in the last week so, I presume all is still well in Parisdice. The girl is adorable, as long as Elliot understands her being deaf and she his lack of knowledge. Come on Margo... Elliot is too smart not to pick up sign language. Heck, he might invent a better hearing aid if she's ever capable of hearing again. I really don't know the full extent of her handicap. I wonder how her mother is taking to Elliot, being one of his instructors at the school." Better than Margo could imagine, considering the woman was being blackmailed by said genius and his fellow brain drains. Whore on a leash at the moment. Sound familiar?

Car lights coming in through the trees shrouding her property drew her attention away from Paris. She knew all of the boys were home, and Lily had gone to Wildwood after Ben Dunn wearing one of her negligees so, who might this be?

"It's not a truck so it can't be Bruno, the Crowes, or the Pushycat girls. Doesn't look like a patrol car so not Riley or Coot. Lord, I hope it's not further trouble." Nope! No trouble. Friendly fire at best! Regardless, she shut her flashlight off so as not to alert eyes to her position. Better safe than sorry. "The boys can take care of themselves. As long as I don't hear gunshots."

Wearing her wine-colored mini dress with oval windows up the sides and a picture window over her massive tits she decided freedom sounded wonderful. She loved wearing clothing, but Heath and the boys insisted total nudity so often, she couldn't stay in them long. It was only her desire to lead herself until the loan got approved and she made it through Paris, and hopefully the construction of her Bed & Breakfast updates.

Once things were rock-n-roll ready, she would find ways to avoid her paying visitors seeing her naked. Unless of course they wanted to. "I just know I'll sleep with many of my future residents. Once they meet me and my new manager Elena, they're going to get so hard they might pay triple our rates." Certainly, worth considering as long as they didn't get such a reputation that her new establishment gets shut down for prostitution.

"Surely Coot Donnelly will watch my back. We won't do that every time. Of course, with the boys controlling the girls who are staying on as employees, Heath might pimp out Jenna. Who knows what else might pop up in the coming months? All I know is, as much as I adore being a slave to the boys, I'm going to have to reclaim my freedom as time goes on. Elena Kerrington coming on board will take away the business end for me, so I can concentrate on being a good hostess. I hope she makes it here before I fly to Paris. She said she would, but life can get in the way sometimes. Her parents are getting older, and they need her too.

"Is it sad of me, Darryl, to be glad I really don't have family outside of Elliot now? I like just taking care of myself and overseeing Elliot. That's all I need. I'd rather devote my attentions toward my masters' for as long as they're with me." Dress removed, she bathed in the gentle chill of the night upon her flesh.

"I should buy Regis one of those huge fluffy dog beds built for three, that way I can come nap with him on occasion in the sun. The trees will shade his cage for part of the time but give him plenty of sun at least three hours each day. So, big cushy bed, water trough, food bowl, indoor shelter against the weather. A picture of me on the cage wall naked." She couldn't resist.

"Come on! We pussies stick together. He's a cougar, I'm a cougar. He's Darryl inside and I used to love Darryl inside me." Giggles consumed her. "Lord! I'm sounding like I'm into bestiality. I'm so not! It's haunting enough when Regis catches me off guard licking me or swatting me with his tail. Darryl loved flogging me in bed. So many odd coincidences. I really should dissuade Regis from licking on me so much. I may know it's innocent, but he doesn't understand, he just loves his mommy." Yes indeed!

"Maybe I should leave my handprints in the concrete with my initials. I can lure Regis in to leave his paws next to mine just as a signature that he and I are home. Hmm?"

Tying her dress to the cage mesh to keep it from the ground, she creaked open the metal door and glanced at the concrete below. The full moon above cast just enough glow on its surface to know her bearings without the flashlight. Setting the light aside she dropped to her knees and sucked up the courage to get her hands dirty. Aiming for just inside the door she paused before making contact with the goo before her.

"Let's rethink this. What could be funny yet still be useful?"

"Try leaving breast bowls." A male voice came from behind her startled her into a yelp.

"OH, MY GOD! Jeffrey?" She squinted at the source. "Don't scare me like that. What are you doing out here?"

"I can ask the same of you. Couldn't wait until morning?"

"I have a busy day tomorrow." She sat up on her knees at the door's threshold. "I was going to just leave my handprints and initials."

"Dad told me to tell you to press your tits into the concrete so that when it rains Regis could have fresh bowls of water."

"That's not a horrible idea." She puffed her lower lip, impressed by the thought. "I was thinking of something cute for laughs. That would definitely do the job. The trouble is, I really don't want to do that just inside the door where I could trip over myself when feeding or visiting him."

"Well, I know how flexible you are. You could hug the inside of the fence and move toward the center without stepping on the concrete. Once you get into position just drop down to your knees, hands and tits."

"I could manage getting there, but once I'm down it will be difficult climbing back up without ruining the image don't you think?"

"True! I could run to the garage and find some rope to tie around your waist and through the cage. I could pull you erect, and you can cling to the cage again to get out."

"Hm! Clever idea! Too bad you can't reach through the cage and lift me by my hair."

"Fun thought! Oh, Crista and Liv are bringing that food out and spending the night with Brian and I."

"Wonderful! Can you believe I fed Regis pastrami earlier? Heath will have a cow because I keep sharing his food with people."

"He'll survive."

"Who just drove up, I saw car lights?"

"That was Mitchell Byrd and Chyna Whitmore. They came out to take Bebe home now that Heath nearly killed her. She's fine, just weak and drugged up. Heath did fuck the holy hell out of her though. I think I heard her screaming Officer Down! Officer Down! Wait! Maybe that was Heath telling her to get on her knees." He laughed! "You notice we're all getting more and more in tune with this master crap?"

"It is not crap... Master Jeffrey." She beguiled him even in the shadows. "You should take it more seriously yourself."

"Crista and Liv did just obey us by doing some pretty fucked up shit. I think we have them hooked. No clothes at home like you do for starters. That can't be easy on them considering Crista's nephew is staying with them. Luckily, that's for only another week until his mom gets out of rehab. After that, Bri and I are really going to focus on collaring those girls. It's hard to imagine how far they've come since thinking we killed you. They sure love our big dicks and being bossy. Almost unforgiving! They hate us, but can't live without what we bring to the table."

"Keep at it. The harder you push, the more they will crave. It's the nature of the best. Best being sluts." She emphasized! "If they weren't before meeting you boys, they will be."

"Close enough. We made them fuck one another with a double dildo in the same bed as Crista's nephew. He was knocked out asleep though. Still, pretty fucked up! We needed to know just how far they would go for us."

"Be careful if the boy is underage." No comment! "Not only that, but what happens when he tells his mother when she comes home. An addict you said, you might set her back."

"We've seen a pic of her. We're going after her next." He chuckled! "I want to fuck both sisters. Maybe even make them fuck one another."

"Mm! So, mean, but oh, so sexy. Okay! Go find rope."

"On it!"

Jeff took off running toward the garage.

"I'm such a bad influence."

Bad Kitty!

********

Indoors, just prior to the untimely arrival of the Wildwood off-duty police officers.

Down in the basement Jenna Nichols sat on the floor watching the huge 80-inch TV. Her master Heath Talbot had promised her a quiet love making session and a movie together. So far, he had not come through. She felt so very lonely. Maybe it was a mistake in staying here rather than going back into witness protection with her parents.

At the time Heath was her hero, her desire to serve him filled her soul. It still did, but after being manhandled by the Hancock boys in the swimming pool and left with a hicky based collar all the way around her neck, she felt more alive with them than with Heath. Then there was that odd staring match between she and Eric Crowe, as if he too wanted her but had his plate full. She felt more the house whore to all of the men rather than simply serving Heath. Not that she really hated the idea. It was nice getting attention to take her mind off of the past.

Watching of all things the old movie He Said, She Said as a last resort, she yawned heavily. It had been a long day without really doing much. Only the brothers taking her and helping Heath toy with Officer Bebe Service until she was cast out to leave him with Bebe ended her agenda. Just hearing them, Jenna knew she was not going to be Heath's sole slave. That was destiny! She had no say in the matter; she merely had to accept and get along. Never one to be combative, she was content, just lonely.

"You eat, yet?" She found a sandwich on a paper plate held out in front of her. Claiming it she sat it in her lap and peered up at her savior.

"You snuck up on me, Sir. Yes, Margo made me a sandwich earlier."

"Was it pastrami? Someone ate a whole fucking tube of it."

"She fed it to the mountain lion. He ate it on top of the table."

"No wonder! Turkey it is. If you don't want that one, I'll eat it."

"May I have half?"

"Sure! What are we watching?"

"You have time for me?"

"All night! You're sleeping in my bed once Byrd and Whitmore get here to take Bebe home. He's bringing beer so we'll have a few then retire. I'm pretty wore out."

"So is Bebe."

"Yeah! I probably pushed her too hard, but I think I own her ass now. You didn't see the butt plug I made her, did you?" A negative response she shook her head with curiosity. "I found one in the attic that could be unscrewed from the pacifier part. I put Bebe's bullet inside it and screwed it back together. Now when she walks it rattles around. I think she actually liked it."

"Can I have one?"

"A butt plug? Of course, you can. I'll find something cool for you. Listen!"

Heath sat directly behind her and put his arm around her chest to pull her into his. "I know you must be missing me a lot. I need you to get used to time alone Jenna. There's a lot I want to achieve here soon. Cabot has a job for me as Roselyn Albright's pool cleaner. You can go to the job with me so you don't have to be isolated here 24/7. I'll just hide you in my SUV when travelling."

"I could dye my hair, Sir. Cut it maybe? Change my appearance so I'm not as recognizable."

"That's a thought, but I like you the way you are. Even with this damned hicky collar. I should have thought of that." They ate as they talked, finding his sweetness everything that she was missing out on.

"You are not angry over it? I was at their mercy, Sir. You did tell me to go to the pool and swim. I obeyed you. They took advantage."

"One question. Did you have fun?"

"Yes." She pouted fearing his anger would rise.

"Good! Then just let my boys do what they want to you. The point is... you keep in mind who really does own you. As soon as this collar fades, I'll replace it with my own Hicky's. For now? I'll just add my touch."

Belching at his polished off sandwich he set her turkey on the coffee table and shut the TV off. Stereo remote activated he found Margo's mixed romantic songs and chose an oldie in Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight. The soft song made Jenna tremble and melt into his embrace. "Love me, Jenna. No other love. Only me! Only your one true master."

"Forever, Sir."

He graduated her to the polar bear rug before the fireplace a mere three feet away and stretched each other out on it. Not since Cabot Ross had made love to Margo his first time had it been used. No, that was a lie, not since Brian sold Margo to a gangbang here in the basement. Still, it was underutilized!

Storming her throat with warm kisses Jenna relaxed and enjoyed her moment while she had it. His intentions easily shared, he began sucking on her chin for long periods until it like her throat was becoming bluish black in nature. He did so for the purpose of showing her that only his hand lifted her chin high or made it lower. Once satisfied in its appearance, he entered her pussy slowly, almost tenderly. Making love to her just as he had promised, but without the movie. Assuring her that he cared more than her insecurities led her to believe, she simply let him prove it to her over the next fifteen minutes. Soft music more than made up for the chick flick.

"I do have feelings for you, Jenna Nichols. Feel them inside you, not just my cock. You only need to understand that I will own more women, I want that. Bebe is only the beginning. Accept her as your sister."

"Yes, Sir! I will. I am nothing without you."

"You are, but I'm glad you feel that way. Rely on me, Jenna. Just understand my needs. Your needs will always come second. But I will see to it you have anything I deem worthy."

"Master? I did request something from Margo. Something I was afraid to speak to you about."

"What was it?"

"Birth control, Sir. I do not want to burden you with a baby that might not be yours." Hearing this revelation, he stopped fucking her. "See? Now you are afraid of touching me."

"Like hell I am." He resumed with a bit more vigor, gasping at the increased thrusting speed. "You're right!"

"Margo said she would have you take her by planned parenthood tomorrow after her bank meeting. I only protect you, Master."

"No, you protect yourself and I'm grateful you think ahead. I should have realized you wouldn't have any after running away from home and ending up here. Ask Lily or Kim to borrow some if necessary. No condoms! I will NEVER wear a condom with you. Other guys? We'll see. I trust the Hancock's to be clean. Eric and Cabot too if they ever take you down."

"Yes, Sir! I prefer no condoms. It just scares me to lose you should I get pregnant."

"Try not to. If it happens, we'll deal with it."

"Would you... make me abort it?"

"No. Just... " Doorbell! "Fuck! That's probably Wildwood P. D. Did I tell you I want to try out for the police force?"

"No, Sir! You would be good at that. When you're not bad."

"I know, right? No worse than what Riley Filmore gets away with. He told me there was no chance in hell, but I'm going to prove him wrong. You watch!" Listening to the doorbell ring again he heard footsteps coming from upstairs. "Looks like someone else is getting it. Good thing because my dick isn't done here. Now fuckin' kiss me like you mean it." Absolutely, Master! Jenna gave him every ounce of passion she had. He gave her every... most of his semen. He needed to conserve a bit longer. A short supply he simply kept her emotions delighted. Maybe she had put the fear of Talbot in him. Naw!

********

Having heard the doorbell Cabot Ross and Grace Goode ended their own love making moment and headed downstairs, Grace was allowed to wear Cabot's old track and field tank top sponsoring the Wildwood Bobcat's. Long on her it was more of a skirt, but up above, her tits struggled to hide from so much plunge and sideline freedom. She had to persistently pull it down in back to cover her breasts, but in doing so the front rose up to pussy level. She just couldn't get over that hurdle. BDUM! DUM!

Door opened, Cabot in sweat shorts only answered the doorbell. "Sup, Byrd Dawg?" A fist bump before being handed a beer Byrd saw Grace and tossed her a can. In squealing to catch it her tank went awry and both breasts popped free of her coverage. So much for that.

"Daaamn! Little Gracie has some killer tits."

"Do NOT tell my mother you saw them." She pointed and picked up her beer can from the sofa where her misstep let it land. "Also don't mention I drank a beer."

"Blackmail time." Mitch laughed! "Gotta see it all now."

"That would be a no." Until she saw Cabot wincing. "Really? Cabot? Fuck!" Rolling her eyes, she sat her beer on the coffee table and lifted her shirt up and off. So much for keeping things sacred. Whistling at her, Byrd grabbed his crotch and grinned. She wanted to throw the beer can back at him.

"Get used to that, Grace. At Rosie's there won't be any clothing at all unless I allow it."

"Nice! I might need to pay a visit up on Albright Mountain."

"Call me before you do. Badge or not, I'll kick your ass."

"Who's the elder here, Ross? Respect me, Boy."

"Fuck you!"

"Rather fuck... " Grace panicked pointing at him. Then in stepped Chyna Whitmore in her window dressing dress just like Margo had but only in white. "... Chyna, here!"

"Just did, Byrdy. I'm good."

"So, is Grace." He laughed, "Goode that is."

"Where is Bebe?" Cabot took in Chyna's hotness factor, her nipples stabbing through the thin white material.

"I want to say Talbot's bedroom, but we heard him leave it earlier. They might be down in the basement with Jenna." Nodding and taking a beer from Byrd, Chyna headed for the downstairs staircase. Byrd however took his 12-pack to the sofa and sat down facing Grace. A cold beer in hand he reached over and touched it on Grace's tummy just above her bikini area.

"Stop that." She doubled her fist.

"No. You stop that." Cabot now pointed at her. "Sit in his lap."

"Why did I agree to this?" She pouted and swatted Mitch's hand aside then sat down on his lap. Instant erection felt, she huffed her cheeks and prayed that Cabot changed his mind.

"You do what I tell you, Feather."

"Feather? I'm a Byrd, I love feathers." He rubbed her right thigh. Cabot took a seat on the loveseat opposite them and kicked his bare feet up on the table. "So, how's Bebe? Did she bleed out?"

"She looked really pale earlier." Grace spoke first.

"Pale as you, Goode?"

"Dammit now don't you start calling me, Casper. I go riding all the time. I have tan lines."

"Barely! You must wear a track suit when you ride."

"Leggings and a tank normally. Unlike most people, I don't show off my body... "

"Until now?" Byrd rubbed her back now giving her goosebumps.

"Until now... Cabot... I really do hate you."

"Not even close." He grinned! "Bring it over here." He motioned for her to join him in his lap instead. So much better! Byrd still placed his cold can on her milky white butt. Hurrying, she straddled Cabot's legs facing him and smothered him in kisses. In her hot seat Byrd saw her butt pucker and whistled again. He loved being the voyeur. Byrd Watcher he was!

"So, this is Margo Needy's palace. Nice gunshot in the ceiling. Now, I know why Coot Donnelly was checking his BP all day. Between that explosion and half our units shot up in your driveway, I feel for the guy. He has a lot to account for with the city. He's got connections out the ass though."

Mitch was loving Grace's perfect cheeks. That pucker was really inviting. Knowing he had Grace's mother Bianca on his own leash, seeing Grace here made him want a threesome. Someday he would have to make arrangements with Cabot here. First things first, after their chat a McRonald's, Mitchell also wanted Maria Salazar. In going through Cabot to get to her, he would make all sorts of deals. Offering up Bianca to Cabot seemed the logical move. Without Grace ever knowing.

"Margo said some tow trucks were supposed to be out here around midnight or 1:00 to haul those off. Once those are gone, we can all join forces and clean the place up of glass. Margo's Camaro has the windows shot out too, but her insurance can cover that and a tire. I still can't believe Heath had the balls to go barreling in on some hitman in Margo's car."

"I hear that. Showed some balls. He saved Bebe and Riley from what Chyna tells me. That Nichols guy too."

"I probably don't know everything, but I know enough." Cabot pampered Grace rubbing her back softly, her head laying on his shoulder even though her body was in Byrd's sights. Holding his beer toward Grace she popped the top so that Cabot could start drinking. "See how well I have her trained?"

"Whatever!" She sighed! "Only because I'm in love with you, Buddy Boy."

"Is talking to me like that allowed?" Cabot growled!

"Still learning!" She in turn clenched her teeth.

"Learn faster. Back in Byrd's lap... move."

"Shit!"

"Face him like you did me." She crawled out of her comfort zone and walked around the table. Stopping for her own beer she plucked it up, opened it and guzzled it down.

"I have to be drunk for this." She sat her empty can down and straddled Mitchell's crotch.

"Lap dance! You have music coming from downstairs."

"Romantic music?"

"So be romantic." Cabot winked at Mitch. "Gyrate that shit!"

"No touching." She jabbed Byrd.

"Touch it all." Cabot told Mitch. Byrd flared his eyes at Grace.

"Just do it."

She rolled her eyes as he sat his beer aside hoping it didn't tip over on the couch seat. Hands rising in front of her he squeezed her breasts and sighed. To the tune of Billy Joel's Always a Woman she did her best to glide her pussy over his tented inseam. Drawing her into him he sucked on a nipple. Grace wanted to pee in his lap but resisted, all for a man she wanted so badly that she would alter her entire outlook on life, even her religious upbringing. Gasping at his teeth gnawing at her nub, she found herself caressing his scalp.

"I still hate you, Cabot."

"MASTER!"

"Oh, God! Yes, Master!"

"Until you realize when you can speak and when you have nothing to say, I'll push you. Byrdy? Lay her on the coffee table." Without his lips leaving her breast Mitchell Byrd eased forward carrying her backward onto the table. Laying her flat, he kissed her nipple then sat back down. "Cum for the man."

"Shit!" Grace whimpered then ran her fingers down to her pussy and began massaging her clit.

"Ask Byrd to watch you."

"Will you please watch me masturbate?"

"Love to."

"Look him in the eye every second until you cum on your fingers. If you don't in three minutes, I'm letting Byrd fuck you. I'd advise you to get busy."

"Oh, fuck!" Three fingers found her interior and she curled her toes; her eyes obsessed with looking into Mitch's. No way was this guy fucking her, she had to work hard. Briskly rubbing her clit and tucking knuckles feverishly, Cabot timed her by the grandfather clock along the wall.

"Two minutes. One left!"

Byrd chuckled and stood up, unzipping his fly and whipping out his eight-inch nightstick. Stroking it in ready, Grace ignored the temptation to watch him, obeying Cabot by maintaining eye contact. Squealing in at two minutes fifty-one seconds she squirted around her fingertips. "DONE MASTER!" She cried out trembling.

"Sorry, Byrd! Better fuck next time." Cabot laughed.

"Well hell!" He put his dick away laughing. "Damn! I wanted that pussy." Grace found herself smiling even under pressure. She was strangely proud of herself. Cabot seemed happy. Goode for her!

"I wonder why Chyna hasn't come up with Bebe yet?" Byrd sat back down and reclaimed his beer. "Wait a minute? I hear her moans. Talbot tagging her ass too?"

"You're welcome to go check." Cabot pointed. Nodding, Byrd stood back up and patted Grace on the knee. Turning to walk away he complimented her performance with a play on her name.

"Goode job!"

"Thank you, Sir." She then tilted her head back at Cabot, "Did I address him correctly?"

No words of affirmation, Cabot simply lifted his ass and tugged his sweats down.

"RIDE!"

Dismount first, she hurried into Cabot's lap and sat down on the tip of his dick. Feeling him engulf her interior Grace Goode thanked God for her man. "Thank you for not making me fuck Mitchell. That would be so bad."

"Eventually! Never tell me no."

Sighing she rode him extremely rough.

Time! Two minutes forty-eight seconds.

She loved his clock!

********

Mitchell made it downstairs with his beer and found Heath Talbot fucking Chyna Whitmore on the polar bear rug from behind, her stretchy dress hiked to her waist. Chyna had her face buried between Jenna's thighs eating her out and fingering her. Blonde hair wrapped around his wrist Heath looked up and saw the watcher. "BYRDMAN OF GALCATRAZ? Wassup, Johnny Law?"

"I should have known." Mitch laughed rounding the sofa to again take a seat. "I wasn't enough for you earlier, Whitmore?"

"It's not Whitmore, it's Wantmore." Heath laughed slapping her on the ass. "Byrd? You using your feathers on this gorgeous ass? I saw pink marks but goddammit they have to be brighter red than that." Chyna could not agree more, squealing with her mouth full of pussy juice. At this rate at least Jenna couldn't get knocked up.

"Bebe's not down here?"

"Up in my bedroom resting. You can run up if you want. I'll keep blondie here busy."

"I might just do that." He did snap a photo with his cellphone.

"Oh, hey! Before you go. Do me a solid and put a good word in for me with Coot Donnelly. I want a spot on the force. I hear he can deputize me as long as I pass a written exam. I really don't want to go to any academy if I don't have to."

"That's how I got the job. I just took a test, proved I was a decent marksman and here I am. If you were in a big city that would be different. Coot just hired three new cops. That Golli chick from the FBI and two bomb squad bitches that were at the apartment's today. Room for a couple more. Sure, I'll give you a heads up."

"Awesome! After you check on Bebe come on back, I'll have Jenna there get your head back up."

"Nice! Sup, Jenna?"

"Very horny, Sir."

"Exactly what I wanted to hear."

He tossed Talbot a beer and took his leave again. Passing Grace Goode destroying her own self on Cabot's cock, Byrd had to take another picture of that beast spreading her cunt wide. Nothing better!

Upstairs he went, then realized he didn't know which room had Bebe in it. All except Margo's room had doors shut. A cool breeze coming through an opened window Byrd stopped and went inside as if instinctively. Looking out the window he spotted a flashlight along the tree line to the property. Curious he stood there seeing pretty much nothing due to it being so far away. It would take binoculars at this distance.

"That you, Byrdy?"

Turning Mitch spotted Brian Hancock butt ass naked. "Hey, Bri! I just ran into your stepmom Carmen at Walmart." He tried not to laugh. He wasn't sure how much he should relate and not end up pissing off Brian's dad Bruno. Mitch's dad and Bruno being good friends meant watching his words.

"Oh, yeah?" He would hear about it all in the morning.

"Yeah! I think she and your dad had some sexy plans. She bought strawberries and whip cream."

"Sounds like them. You notice my brother and Margo out at the cougar pen?" He joined Mitch at the window.

"Is that Jeff out there? I was wondering when I saw the flashlight. With everything that happened out here last night it had me worried." Not really!

"Naw! Jeff just text me that he's helping Margo leave titty prints in wet concrete."

"No shit!" Byrd chuckled! "Margo sure lives up to her rep, doesn't she?"

"Oh, yeah! Love that whore. You looking for, Bebe? Heath's room is across the hall next to Eric's. Come on, I'll show you."

"Thanks! I hope he didn't kill her."

"After the bloodcurdling screams I've heard all night long, I would not be surprised." They stepped across the hall, Byrd trying his darndest not to look at Brian's dangling monstrosity swinging wildly. "Damn what's going on downstairs?" He paused to hear Grace Goode screaming at a very healthy orgasm.

"Grace! She's riding Cabot Ross on the couch. She's as hot as her mom these days."

"Are you tapping her mom?"

"I shouldn't admit it, but hell yeah! Her ole' man and Grace have no idea. Keep it that way!"

"Look away when I go speeding by you?"

"Always!" He chuckled!

"No problem. Oh, you might want to be prepared for a big cat in the house. Margo adopted a cougar. Biggest pussy you ever saw. She leaves that window back there open so it can get in. The former owners should be here any minute. You know that cat sanctuary about ten miles North of us? Pushycat's?"

"Heard of it. You hook up with the owners?"

"Oh, yeah!" Another deafening scream Brian grinned! "Whitwhore's here?" Whitmore!

"Yeah, Heath's wailing on Chyna down in the basement with that Jenna chick."

"Nice! That Jenna has a tight ass pussy. Jeff and I just drilled her in the swimming pool. Held her underwater. That bitch can seriously hold her breath. Chyna's pretty fine too. I fucked her last night before all hell broke loose."

"I hit her just before Bebe called us."

"In here!" Brian opened up Heath's bedroom door to find it dimly lit up. Bebe Service was lying face down on the mattress totally nude. "Looks like Talbot plugged her ass. Must be coming back for more."

"He put her bullet in the plug." Byrd laughed, using his cellphone's flashlight to shine on her bottom. Brian leaning in dropped his jaw.

"Talbot is ate up."

"Master?" They heard Bebe mumble, both men looking at one another with a pucker. Talbot had her tamed. "Is that you, Master?"

Motioning Brian out, they stepped into the hall and cracked up. "No fucking way. How the hell did he get Rambo's daughter to submit?"

"Talbot has some mad skills. Blame Margo for coaching him."

A scream from Eric Crowe's room startled them. "Who was that now?"

"Sounded like Kimberly Hines. Eric must be fucking her. I wish he'd make up his mind. One minute he doesn't want anything to do with her, the next he does. I got her last night too. Pussy's not bad once you get past her silly ass Heckle and Jeckle tattoo."

"I don't think, I know her."

"Cute blonde! 100 pounds wet like Lily."

"Lily?"

"Eric's baby sister. She and Kim moved into the car barn's loft. Sharing it with Jenna. Place is getting packed." Yet another muffled scream from further down the hall Brian shot a glance to an opened door.

"Who's in the attic?"

"Wanna check it out?"

"Naaa! I gotta get dressed. Olivia and Crista should be here any minute. You can run up if you want. Light switch is on the left. Hope we don't have raccoons."

Someone was making out like a bandit though.

Who was that masked slut swinging in a cage?

Meow!