Francine had no idea how long it would take to arrange to get them back in the van and on their way home. So each girl needed something to sleep in an... clothes for the next couple of days. And then, of course, there was the banquet.The night before was probably responsible for the fact that Francine now thought about things from two perspectives. Part of her was still a novice. That role fell back upon her shoulders like a familiar old cape. But she was also a vibrant, happy, sexually fulfilled. “Follow me,” the Interview said, standing. He led my naked wife into an adjoining room. In the room, there were several men waiting. Most of the men were working on lighting or a movie camera, but there was one man who just sat in a chair, waiting.The Interviewer pointed at a big bed in the middle of all the commotion. “Hop on,” he said with a smile. Carole got up onto the bed and looked back up at him.Someone handed the Interviewer a long thick dildo. He handed it to Carole. She took it in her. "Allow ME to do it MY way." He rolled over and went between her knees, just at the right spot to eat her pussy the best, and started licking her from her anus to her clit. Every lick made her jump and hiss, her hands going behind his head to increase the pressure, AND the pleasure. Her groin sparkled as her juices flowed freely to his waiting tongue. She drew her legs up, at first, using her feet to lift her self higher, but soon, the legs went around his body, and he felt her heels digging. ” she beamed. “I’m so glad to have my own bed back.”“Yeah, it’ll be nice for both of us to have elbow room again.” I replied, folding my arms.Molly sat up on the bed. “You’re the one that likes to sprawl all over the bed when you sleep.”“Do not!”“Do too!”“Oh, well then, excuse me.” I replied, getting onto her bed and lying down beside her. “Let me do my impression of you.” I then stretched my entire body out, intentionally squishing her sitting self against the wall as I did so. “My name’s.