The clothes in the closet were much like the ones Monica the receptionist had worn: a sharp looking black suit jacket and skirt along with a brick red...blouse. There was also a white lab coat. Megan examined herself in the mirror. The outfit, especially the lab coat, gave her a professional look. Megan decided to play along. She pinned her hair up, forming a loose pile atop her head.She had no difficulty finding the room. Shannon was there, as promised, along with three other women, one of whom. She reaches down with her mouth and begins to suck on his balls. Next, she takes her index finger and begins to insert it into his asshole. He begins to moan while sucking on his own cock. He gets even harder. Suddenly he begins to erupt."Drink it down or you won't get any more tonight!" she orders. "Drink your cum! Know what it's like to be a whore!" She pushes her finger further into his asshole and feels his prostrate. She begins to massage the male love button buried in his ass. He. Finally they pushed their chairs back. The waiter brought them each a cafe-au-lait and they relaxed and began to catch up.Inevitably Duncan's name arose. Neither of them had seen the Highlander since the war. Georges fixed Deirdre with an inquiring look and asked the question that he had wondered about for twenty years."Deirdre, how did you and Duncan happen to become friends?"The Irish bard thought carefully. Obviously the truth would not be an option here. Yet at the same time she hated lying. I walked steadily into the bathroom where most of the action tended to start. The stalls were busy as were the urinals. i waited in mocking anticipation of using a toilet. Eventually a urinal opened up so I took the minimal opportunity to let my aching cock out of my jeans it had been trying to bust for the past hour.I stood there quietly letting myself relax a bit. i could here all sorts of movement in the stalls and could only imagine the horny action going on in there. I let my head lean.