I left my house at 10:30pm so I wouldn't be late. I dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a button down shirt. I wore my expensive cologne and made sure...I looked good. At exactly 11pm I rang Richard's doorbell. The door opened and to my surprise a very beautiful woman answered the door. I was shocked and didn't know what to say. I told her I was sorry and must had the wrong address. She laughed and said "well I certainly hope not. Richard said you were good looking but I had no idea you were. He’s in his 50s and if you remember from my last story, I’m 22 and I love older men. I have daddy issues :) He’s bald and big built with an aggressive nature, just how I like them.He comments on my tits almost straight away, nice at first, complimenting my figure, waiting for my reaction. When I respond with a dirty grin, he starts getting more explicit, which I love.But, he’s trapped behind the table and I’m hungry to play with a cock right now, so when I feel a hand on my ass and turn to see. I felt my cleavage get wetter by the minute as Malcolm leaked out more and more. I could tell by his short breaths that he was getting close. He bagan to girate in a circular motion, knocking my tits around and driving me wild. He rubbed himself all through my cleavage and seemed experienced enough to know just how to get his fix. Oh, shit, He panted, Oh, fuck, babe, Oh… FUCK! he moaned as I felt his hot, sticky load splatter against my chin and lips. I licked all of the moisture off my face. I. . uh ... unnhhhhhggghhh!" Debbie cried out as Renard claimed her.Applause rang round, amid congratulatory comments flowing about."Lick it up, you slut!" spat the laughing voice of Renard.Soon followed by;"Ok boys! Help yo'self!"Compelled to look once more Jennifer could see several of the men rapidly removing their clothes and swarming over the poor woman on the table. Debbie herself gave a sob of pure despair as the mob grabbed her, positioned her and screwed her.In her box Jennifer was.