Three of the men I might have approached as potential clients. The fourth was Francis Costello from the local paper. The woman was clearly paired with...the star of the bunch, Michael Gordon of the Wall Street Journal. I had the hook. I just needed the bait."Gentlemen, Miss Smith, I am Sheila Schwartz, soon to be Schwartz-Richards. The reason you are in this room is that Sean and I have had dealings of a business nature, which are of interest to your readers, right? Right?" All the heads nodded.. "There were a few stops they didn't pull out when they were playing the organ for me, so I showed them. I hope you didn't mind.."I wanted to see both of them again, have some fun, have some SEX, but, somehow, I got caught up in events down there, and I wasn't Brenda Whitlach, the f******n-year-old cock sucker and DP princess, I wasn't even Sylvia Greenburg any more, and I didn't see Roger for another twenty-five years, when I was singing at a club in North Beach, San Francisco. Woody had died. They came on my face, on my tits, across my stomach. I was dripping as I smeared their juices across my skin. It was an amazing feeling to know that I turned onso many guys. I counted eight before "B" and the guy who had been sitting to my right stood up on either side of me. The guy who had been to my right stood in front of me and stroked his long, hard cock. He rubbed it against my mouth and told me to suck it. I opened my mouth around it and as I began to suck, he came in my mouth. At. “OK Alex and Ryann way to step up of course your only reward is me knowing you want to be fucked. Now which one wants to go first.” Ryann rattled her chair. “Great lets get started. You will stay seated until you are told otherwise.”He went to the back of the room and brought the couch that was back there to the center of the room. He then turned on a light which enhanced the light we had in the room since previously there was only a couple of lamps. He next went behind Ryann and uncuffed her.