Get rid of Cathy, go find Brittany

Frank waited until he got his breath back, then patted Cathy's rump and got off the couch. He looked down at the languid, well fucked girl and chuckled.

"So you got more than your little sister. Happy?"

"Very," she purred. "I was better than her?"

"Does it matter? You got something she didn't and you came a dozen times from the sounds of you. That should be enough"

"Mmmm....yes....god you're so thick...it was like having a jackhammer up me...others haven't been so big...but I took you...I did it..." she whispered happily.

"Yes, and now it's time to go. If you want seconds, you'll have to make an appointment."

"Mmmmm....ok...how many women are you fucking?"

"None of your business. Your business is taking my cock in your slutty holes. Nothing else. Capisce?"

"Yes...yes...of course...I love your cock...using my slutty holes...filling them...stretching me..."

"Yeah, now get your shirt on and go home. You got what you came for."

"You're mean...so cruel and hard...god you make me shiver with excitement..." she whispered, pulling her panties on and buttoning her shirt. She looked over her shoulder at him as she swayed towards the door, lifting the tail of her shirt to display her twitching rump.

He gave it a stinging smack that made her squeal, and locked the door behind her, only then remembering Brittany.

He grinned, wondering if she'd snuck out to watch. She must have heard him and Cathy at the least, the way the big titted blonde had howled when he assfucked her. Smiling, he wandered down the hall to find her.

It didn't take long. She was in the same bedroom as before, standing and waiting for him. She'd found some clothes from somewhere, and she looked at him when he entered the room, an uncertain smile on her pretty face.

"I...I waited...for you...you said that...that maybe we could...you know..."