Bonny casts a glance to Massimo, who simply nods and walks away. She then turns her attention back to the teenager. “We get to put on a show for a c...uple who Curie thinks may want to purchase you.”A hint of excitement comes over the girl’s face, but quickly diminishes when she sees the look on Bonny’s. “I take it that you’re not happy about this.”“Oh, I’m happy about it,” the other girl says. “I get to see what the hype is about you. You get to eat my pussy. I just wish I would have the chance. ” “Thanks, talk to you soon.” At first, she was a little hurt because there was no mention of lunch. She thought about it for a little bit and then called John at work to get his opinion. “I know you were probably hoping for another lunch, not a job offer, right?” “Yes, she admitted, am I that obvious?” “To me, yes, but probably not to everyone.” “Anyway, he is just asking you to call him and to consider a job.” “You said he wants to make up for being neglectful, so that sounds like a. As the bath girls and the eunuchs fussed about her shaving, oiling her cunt and arsehole, rouging her nipples and labia, brushing her hair and finally fingering her clitoris almost to the point of orgasm, she wondered what manner of man she would be expected to please. She had no choice, she knew, and there might be no man who chose her, or two might share her. The protocol was that the women came into the room at the end of the meal and carried round sweetmeats, coffee and pipes for the. Once inside, they found themselves in a luxuriously furnished foyer. A man wearing a faultless dinner jacket led them to a small room that was dimly lit. There were two love seats facing a small stage that was about ten feet from the booth. The floor was thickly carpeted and the furnishings reflected obvious good taste.A lovely girl wearing just the flimsiest apron, her big red-nippled tits swaying and bouncing delightfully, brought in two bottles of champagne and set one at each love seat.