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Vince laughed, and began to put back on his pants. He sarcastically thanked Trish and told her he would be back for more later. He then reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of 50’s, and threw them dispassionately on the floor. “You earned that, Trish,” Mr. McMahon said. Trish was really embarrassed, but crawled on the floor to pick up the money, which she slipped in a stack into her towel. “Oh, and Gerry, Pat, do you guys have any interests in sloppy seconds?” Vince asked. “Yes sir! Mr. MacMahon sir!” Gerry shouted enthusiastically. “Alright, she’s all yours,” Vince said. He strutted out of the room, slamming it behind. The cronies were all too happy to accept his little gesture and pick up where he left off.
Trish was appalled. She was still filthy from the floor and Vince, and these two men were old and repugnant. Still, she had gone so far, and maybe this would be it, and things would get better, like they did before. Patterson and Brisco, on the other hand, were ecstatic. They looked at the nude young body of the attractive Canadian and could hardly contain themselves. They started wildly throwing off their clothes all around the room. Trish could smell their disgusting odors, and their naked flabby bodies were all she could stand. They each were already rock hard. Brisco was particularly small, only about 4 ½ inches, but she was shocked at Patterson, who had a thick, 8-inch dick.