“Candy, where’s Milady?”“I’m ... not supposed to say, sir.”“Why?” Margo asked, in a voice that was on the edge of anger.“She’s dea...ing with a friend who’s having trouble. That’s really all I feel I can say.”“So you know where she is. All right, go ask her when we may expect her,” Margo replied. “Tell her we understand, we’re just wondering.”“Yes, Madam.”Margo watched Candy hurry out of the foyer toward the stairs.“Radhika, choose some assistants and start distributing stockings.”That would keep. "What the fuck are you waiting for. Go on"Dave walks off to his office. When he gets to the top of the stairs he finds Cherie on her hands and knees by his desk. He walks round his desk and sits in his chair. Cherie undoes his belt buckle , unzips his pants, puts her hand in his y fronts and pulls out his semi hard white dick engulfing it with her succulent red lips.Dave has been divorced for six months his balls are full of cum.Cherie does as I instructed she sucks his fuck stick down her. My two employees don’t speak English and I don’t want to leave them alone. Where do immigrants go?”He pointed at one of the ceiling signs. “Well, you need to go pick up your luggage first. Then, take them to Customs and Immigration. They will let you stay with them if you want. Oh, and welcome to America!”“Thank you. It’s good to be back home!”I knew that. Every time I came back from India I had to pick up my luggage and let the Customs people paw through my clothes. And equipment. And. “I am not sucking a cock for a candy bar.” “Suit yourself,” Vegas replied, stuffing the candy bar back into his ruck sack. Like I said, sometimes in desperation, a girl will do things she wouldn’t normally do. “Okay, Okay,” I replied. Vegas looked at me and smiled. He knew he had me. I knew it as well. Vegas stood up. Oh my goodness, I thought to myself. This guy was really tall. He unfastened is belt and unbuttoned his BDU trousers. He pulled out his massive manhood, which was huge. I had.