She was always a knockout - a curvaceous body on a petite frame topped with fire red hair and cascaded over her shoulders when she let it hang down. ...n this occasion she looked as though she was headed to a very formal job interview, so my suspicions about the letter or reference seem founded.I invited Lisa in, and asked if she would like something to drink. "Do you have any whisky"? she asked? I really could use something to calm my nerves. I was about to suggest that drinking before a job. . She was watching tv I didn’t say a word..She asked me weather they we were drunk last night.. I said no aunty we did not she said come and sit beside me on the other couch, I hesitatingly went and sat there,, she asked many questions and said she would tell my parents there where dynamites in my heart… I requested her not to tell, after some time she asked weather I was starring at her boobs I didn’t know what to say so I remained silent. She asked again I uttered slowly hmm ss.. She didn’t. Sandy could feel how they filled her holes, their cocks separated by a thin membrane. To the beat of the latest boy band they quickly found their rhythm, in and out, in and out, driving Sandy to orgasmic heights she never in her thirty-something years have ever experienced. She closed her eyes, oblivious of the people around her, of everything else, just the cocks pumping in her, lifting her off her feet.“Fucking beautiful,” she heard someone saying. Sandy opened her eyes to see the crowd. Brenda looked at us as we walked into the living room, but didn't say anything. Jeremy told her that I was his Master and that she should obey me as if I were her Master as well.Kristen was again kneeling by my side and as soon as Jeremey had finished speaking, Brenda moved to my other side and mirrored Kristen's position. The thoughts that were racing through my mind made me feel like I needed to sit down so I told Jeremy to kneel down and I tied his leash tightly to the table. I then sat down.