She had the standard look that they all seemed to go for. She had blonde hair. It was long but scraped back from her face and pinned up at the back in...a French plait. She had the flawless skin of a twenty two year old and the tan of a girl that like to spend her spare time in the sun. She was wearing the sort of outfit that was almost a uniform for the Bureau staff. I guess the blouse was from Hermes; its bold print of gold horse bits on white silk, suggestive of how she like to treat men. She. If you can forgive me, of course." She looked worried."Well of course we can be... friends..." The curse of friendship. The shopkeepers words echoed in my head. _A lonely but fruitful life awaits you. _Did this have to do with the bracelet? I looked down to see the bracelet had vanished. My wrist now had the symbols for friendship etched into my skin. I did not believe in the supernatural at all. I was as big a skeptic as anyone I knew, it kinda annoyed Emily a bit. But Occam's razor would. Jennifer wasn’t slacking either, slowly she had added a third finger into my asshole. The next thing I knew the two nodded at each other, and as Jennifer added a fourth finger Katie added her thumb. I was told later they carefully timed this so my senses didn’t focus on one area and let me clamp up. Try as I could though I couldn’t stop thinking of how close Katie was at getting her whole fist in me. The feeling off being so stretched was yes painful, but also strangely erotic. I was getting so. Dunn realised what was happening and pulled away so the last of my cum dripped onto my belly & balls, I was in heaven then in a strict domineering voice Mrs. Dunn raised her sloppy cum filled pussy over my face and told me to clean her up and not to cum in her ever again, so there I was licking and sucking my own cum out of Mrs Dunn’s soaking wet cunt and I was loving it, Mrs. Dunn orgasmed again in my mouth then raised herself up and just left me naked on the sofa as she went to get cleaned.