She moaned loadly for a long time. As Heather reached her sixth orgasm she begged Chris to please stop as she could not take anymore. Ahhhhh! No more,...please. Ohhh. Please stop. My wife said panting heavily trying to catch her breath. Chris pulled out and with a few swift strokes came hard across her backside dripping some onto her stockings.I looked over at Heather still kneeling in the chair in a total bliss about to fall asleep when Chris grabbed me roughly by the arm and dragged me over to. She knew Degas and his contemporaries drank around here so decided the easiest thing to do was go and ask if anyone knew where he was.A man approached her as she entered the bar. “Good evening Madame. Are you lost?”This was not the question she had expected, but Caroline felt the men around her looking at her. She straightened her back, determined not to feel intimidated despite the fact the only women there were the barmaids and dancers.“I’m looking for the artist Edgar Degas. Do you know if. "I stared at her. "I think that's going to be for Jordan and Cori todecide."As if on cue, the resident of the mansion appeared from the thick ofthe crowd. The expression on her face was pure disappointment. Shestopped beside Jennifer and crossed her arms over her chest. The murmurof the assembled guests devolved into silence as the two co-captainslooked at me."Where you been, Coltrane?" she asked, all but ignoring Kris. "Weexpected you here over an hour ago." There was an icy edge to hervoice.I. I just sat at the bar and watched. Then Susan went over to Tim’s corner booth and got on her knees and spread Tim’s legs as she pulled down his swimsuit. She said “I am really into sucking cock, and you’re the lucky guy tonight”. Tim said “No you’re the lucky girl tonight” as he whipped out his eight inches of thick man meet for that little minx. Susan took his cock in hand for what I knew would be a great blowjob. Susan’s mouth began by vigorously sucking the head of Tim’s cock, concentrating.