"We'll have to arrange an interview first," Helenexplained, "and I'm sure there will be otherapplicants for the job. But let me make a phonecall." Pat...ick sat while Helen made her phone call.Helen finished talking and hung up. "Good news,"Helen said, "Marion will be right over to talk toyou." Who's Marion?" Patrick asked."She's the person who's looking for a paidcompanion." Is she looking for a companion for herself?" I doubt it, I'd guess that she's looking for acompanion for an older. NO! She couldn't, herhead moving closer, her mouth already opening. NOOO! She felt the hotflesh touch her lips, a faint taste of salty fluid on her lips. She lether lips enclose the bulbous head, her tongue tentatively reaching out, rubbingover the head. She tightened her lips when she felt it jerk in her mouth,her tongue running over the head, slipping down beneath the dome shape, runningunder the ridge. She turned red when she saw him looking at her, imagininghow she must look, his cock. Mike jerked awake when his heard a strange voice in the room. "You have been a bad girl,Liz" A short pudgy man in traditional dress was looking at Liz as she lay with her legs spread and an obvious wet patch covering her downy pussy lips. "How are we going to change that?" An evil twinkle flashed behind the wire rimmed glasses that covered the intruder's eyes. "Santa" sat down on the throne that had appeared in the corner next to the tree. He pulled off his mittens and snapped his fingers. I decided to take a break and went inside. After popping open a cold beer, I flipped open my laptop at the kitchen bar and pulled up my favorite porn video site. While it wouldn't satisfy my overriding desire, at least maybe I could stroke myself to temporary satisfaction. As I clicked through various fuck films and sucked down a couple of beers, my mind continued to see Angie and I on the screen. Even though the kitchen window faced my flaming friend's house, I failed to notice when she came.