I decided quickly that I could fuck this woman. It did not take long for me to turn on the flirting, and she responded well. After about 1/2 hour and ... couple of drinks she was stroking my ample cock through my pants and I had my hand under her skirt rubbing her pussy through her panties. She got up to use the ladies room and when she came back she leaned over and said "Lets go fuck our brains out." I did not need convincing. After a little chat we figured my apartment was closest and she. One of the many god-given features that had made her a lot of money already. Some of her endorsement contracts actually depended on it, and it would be unrealistic to cover her entire body with heat-packs to hide it. That trick was not really an option. Not this time.After the thorough washing, the burkas had been considerate enough to apply a disinfecting cream to her battered pussy, and again before she was put in bed. Being well-fed, clean and disinfected; what more could she possibly. "We haven't spoken about it," Rachelle admitted. "I only called because she just sold a bed worth at least two grand for $600." Well, ask her," Mike said. "Tell Sean I wanted to know what he thinks it would sell for on the open market, even if we hold it for a year or 18 months. That's your limit." What?" Rachelle asked, certain she hadn't heard him correctly."You can act as my agent there," Mike said, a smile crossing his lips. "Have Sean set the ceiling for you. He'll be more conservative. He had bigger hands, Janine thought as his fingers pierced into her butt flesh. She continued to writhe and struggle in their grasp, inadvertently grinding her body against Brad. Her skirt crept up with every move. ‘Hey Brad, it looks like she’s enjoying herself. She’s practically rubbing herself on you! What a slut!’ remarked the friend, constantly squeezing her ass and driving her against Brad. Janine was mortified, suddenly realising the position she was in. Her skirt was almost up to her.