Ahh.” I kept moving them in and out in she widened her legs a bit.I pushed in my 3rd finger in one rough move. She said, “No. Fuck Vinay. Slow. P...ease. Slow,” and she buckled under pressure. I started to move my fingers faster had harder. She said, “Slow. Vinay. Fuck you. Slow. Please,” and in a few minutes she held my hand there and released a huge load of her sweet nectar on my fingers.She rested her back on me. As she recovered from the hard fingering. I pushed her against the wall and my. Rushing through the crowded streets I manage to get to the photography studio on time, checking my reflection I brushed some hair back, checked my make up, deep breath to calm down, and in I step, the receptionist typing away as I do."Hi, I'm Melody Flinch, I have a final interview with the manager today" I greet them, smiling pleasantly as they looked up at me, and looked me over. Turning back to the computer they quickly type something and press the mouse a few times."Here we go Ms. Flinch,". We had already done some of those, but she proposed a new one.Holly started describing it. “We’re going to be playing a pick-up game. Have you heard of those?”“No; I’m not up on them.”“What they are is this: two people pretend they don’t know each other. Then one picks up, or tries to pick up, the other one, as if they had just met. Presumably, this has to be in some public place, like maybe a bar, but it could be in a store, a library, on the street, whatever.”“Okay, that seems simple enough.. .Keep doing that with your tongue..."What the FUCK! Who the Shit was Bobby?I stopped everything for a moment gathering my thoughts. Why the fuck was she calling me Bobby?I scooted up closer to her face and pressed my lips to hers. She immediately pushed her tongue inside my mouth like a savage in heat as she cupped the back of my head keeping my mouth pressed tight against hers.She finally let go and whispered."Fuck me..."I couldn't resist and climbed up and spread her gorgeous thighs apart and.