With Pete and Mel on one side and Jo and Christoph on the other, I sat at the head of the table. The Italian waiters were now delivering some "Brusche...ta" as a starter and I had ordered some white bait for Cal, who now arrived. He is so handsome, I thought as he stood at the other end of their table, red roses in hand and a present in the other his dark blue Boss suit looked impeccable with a crisp white shirt navy tie and silver cuffs, a pair of sparkling black shoes and a smile that went for. .. she lied down on the sofa, sipping her martini while thinking of Carl’s reaction when he would come in a second or so later from a hard day of work... ‘’Celine should be glad, that she has me for best friend. I am making sure that her husband gets all his man’s needs fulfilled!’’ she thought to herself smiling sexily. Luna couldn’t help smiling; she knew she was absolutely stunning and that Carl would not be able to resist her. She had the perfect figure a woman could ask for, and sexy as. ‘Turn around, let me see that ass Taylor’. She turned around, showing me her tight ass. I stroked it harder and harder and she watched me. ‘Ok, are you done with me, I got to go pee!’ This intrigued me a bit. ‘Well, no, I still haven’t blown my load. I want you piss right here in front of me on the floor’ ‘Ewwww!! No!’ she commanded. I took the gun I had that was back at my side, held it up and said ‘well, guess we got to find alternative measures then, huh?’ She started crying ‘I hate you!!. - I hope the girls were not too much trouble, said Mrs. Smith. - No it was fine, said Hannah. She was standing with her arms over her chest, as her nipples were still hard from the “prank” the girls had pulled on her. - Maybe you can come back next week? The wife is out of town and me and a couple of buddies are playing poker, it would be nice to have someone watch over the girls, asked Mr. Smith. - Yeah sure!, said Hannah. Hannah could not believe she agreed to come back there. She had never.