We make it to the elevator, but we have to wait. I glance back to the receptionist, who shakes her head at us and mumbles to herself, not really able ...o hear the whole thing but something like, ‘I don’t understand why…, they would…together,’ as we her into the now open elevator. What the hell did she mean by that, as I look over at Kate, Kate would never go for a bum, who got hurt in college playing football. She’s not a shallow money grabbing woman, as some are. ‘So, boss, what do you have. Voo aaya aur mere samne baith gaya.Mene use uske gaalo pad chua to meri ungliya uske gaalo me phas gayi aur mene jab apne haat ko bahaar nikala tab meri ungliyoon me hara hara liquid tha jiski itni gandi badbu arahi thi ki bas bardasht se bahaar lekin fir bhi mene bardasht kiya aur us hare hare liquid ko apne galo par lagaya.Uski bhayanak laal aankhe ghoor rahi thj mujhe mano aaj khaa hi jayega.Me uskd saamne niche let gayi aur apni kamar se sari ka palu side me kardiya ab meri navel expose ho. Kirstie had heard that Prostitutes used strap ons with each other to entertain clients but she had never actually seen one. And this was huge – it looked like the size of a man’s wrist and almost as long. Kirstie opened her mouth and used all the saliva she could manage to wet it, her jaw ached it wasn’t supposed to open this wide but with horror she also knew that her cunt wasn’t either.The woman stood up and Kirstie saw black stockings ending in black high heels with ankle straps padlocked. Is that you?” Sharon wondered, thinking that her friend had perhaps mistaken her for Buttercup. “You what?” answered Tracey in a sleepy voice. “What you want?” “Are you fucking licking me?” “What the fuck do you think? I’m your mate, not your fucking whatsit.” Sharon leaned up and groped at the head of whoever’s head it was between her legs, secretly hoping that it was Buttercup (though why she wasn’t sure). “Ooh! That hurt! That’s my eye!” shrieked Sweetness. “What the fuck are you doing?”.