DICK STRETCHERS 3 (conclusion--slow, no sexual descriptions really, sorry)

This is the final chap of this series. I'm trying to clean out the backlog and found this with several pages already written. So I finished it. There is no sex scenes (handjobs yes)but hopefully those interested will read it anyway. Now I can continue with the others.

DICK STRETCHERS 3

Mack entered the establishment and met up with Alexa who smiled brightly. “Where’s Allie?”

“She’s getting us some lunch,” Allie offered brightly.

“Oh, okay. I’ll be in my office.”

“Sure.”

Mack past the yoga room and saw a beautiful bounty of ball dragging, big cock women working on their exercises. She smiled knowing she was doing the right thing. Closing the door to her office she sat down wearily, having spent over three hours with her lawyer about the assault case.

She opened the weekly schedule on her computer and sighed. This was payday for her employees. Lot’s of paperwork and computer work. She really wasn’t in the mood but knew she had to do it.

Groaning, she got to work, entering the data and printing and signing the checks. It wasn’t the money. Hell, money was good. But it just seemed to be the hassle, especially with this Clara Beasley shit going on.

Knowing her lawyer to be fucking good, and the assurances he gave her about the case, she finished her work, putting the checks in envelopes and writing the name of each employee on them. She even gave Alexa a couple hundred dollars because of her effort and loyalty. She had in only a few short days become part of the family.

And boy was she surprised to get that check. “Oh THANK YOU MACK!” she squealed and flung her arms about Mack’s neck, hugging her tightly. Mack had to laugh feeling all that girl meat pressed up about her body and between her tits like that.

Patting Alexa’s tight ass she sent the girl off, closing up shop and setting the alarm.

Getting home she found Nancy cooking a sweet smelling dinner. “Hey babe,” she called from the kitchen.

Mack plopped her purse down near the door and entered the kitchen, hugging her taller lover from behind.

“Mmmmmm,” Nancy hummed out, shoving her fine ass against Mack’s lower flank. “Hope you’re hungry.”

Wrapping her arms about Nancy she nodded, grabbing at Nancy’s D tits under her t shirt.

“Not now. Let’s at least eat first Bren.”

Nancy was THE only one not to call her lover Mack. ‘Too masculine,’ was the offered reason. Brenda McIntire was Mack’s full birth name but she hated it. Mack was just so much simpler.

So Mack got a nice bottle of wine and they ate, both cleaning up the dishes afterward.

After preparing for bed Nancy began to initiate things. Mack stopped her. “Look Nancy, er, not tonight, okay?”

“Huh? YOU? Not wanting sex?”

“I-I got a lot on my mind.”

“Spill it. Oh, someone got hurt at work?” Nancy asked, always the caring one.

“No no, nothing like that. I got served w