My finger now dips inside. Its tight. Warm, and oh so wet. I slip another finger inside. Slowly moving in and out of that wet pussy. Picturing you... face. I again see another face. Stranger from last night. Looking down at me, wanting eyes, placing his cock head at my lips. Suck it, he tells me. I gladly open my mouth, and feel that wonderful bulbous head pass over my lips and hit the back of my throat. I look up, watching his pleasure. Yes, my body is full of pleasure, but pleasing. ‘I’ll be right down.’ *** Bryce Pierre read the message from his assistant one more time. He had ignored Tom Folsom’s original request for a conference call with himself, Mark Morris and Kimberly Morris and now the messages were getting more demanding and hostile in their tone. Bryce had called in some support, and was now prepared for the conversation that he felt certain was about to occur. Pierre took a seat at the conference table just as his assistant announced over the intercom that Tom. When her dance was over she discovered the waitress had already grilled him. He’d seemed nice so she took a chance. She sent the waitress back out to plant the suggestion in his friend’s mind. After that she watched while he stumbled after her. She knew the bouncer would give him the standard scare treatment. Too bad, but at least it would allow her to catch him even more off guard. Once he slipped into the room she slipped into the hallway and quickly gave the bouncer the ‘do not disturb’. He led her to a table where another couple sat engagedin conversation. Standing behind her for a moment, shefelt movement, then he sat, pulling her to his lap, butbeing sure to maneuver her dress so she was not sittingon it. As her body met his, she knew why, Mike hadunzipped his pants and his hard dick was now betweenher legs. Wendy had gotten very worked up while being kissed andhaving her breasts sucked. She got up slightly andturned to face him so she was sitting on his lap facinghim. His.