This only served to excite me more.Cindy's breathing was getting heavier and heavier. She was encouraging me to get rougher and rougher with her boobi...s. So, as I sucked on one I twisted and tortured the other one. The rougher I got the more she seemed to like it until she called, "Oh my God I am cumming."After giving her a second to recover I confided that I hadn't cum yet. Then asked her if she wouldn't, at least, give me a hand job or blow job. She tried her best to be nice about it but was. I was expecting to get your voice mail and I was just going to leave you a message, but this is better. I don't have much time; we're about to start boarding." I understand. What's up?" Well, I was wondering if you were free for dinner tomorrow night. We're flying back in to Vegas tomorrow and I've got the night off so..." I cut her off."Christine, I would love to have dinner with you," I said. "But I don't know if we can do that yet. I need to check with Tony and see if he thinks it's okay. Go. ButSheila’s will was disappearing as waves of previouslyunknown sexual pleasure started rolling through her body.Soon Rod was licking one of her gorgeous tits and Carloswas working on the other one. Now Mei Ling’s tongue hadleft her pussy and was laving her asshole. Ten minutesbefore she would have regarded such a thing as impossiblydisgusting. Now, she was exploding in a more powerfulorgasm than Walt had ever given her.When Brad had had enough of Sheila’s pretty mouth on. I did a quick scan. He was perhaps twenty years older than me, meaning mid-sixties. He was in excellent shape, slim and aristocratically languid. He had thick, perfectly barbered white hair that contrasted nicely with his deepwater tan. Tan is a rare commodity in the winter in Chicago. So, he must have spent most of his time somewhere else.He walked over to us and offered his hand to Kelly. Okay, I wasn’t insulted. It was her gig. He said, “Ms. McMahan, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I read about.