“Sorry its late.”“It’s not really late,” a man said. “The girls are the second team to try this simulation.”“Damn!” Ingrid screamed....“I finally get everything lined up and now we’re told to switch missile bodies?”“Brent? How complex is this simulation?” I asked.“It has you switch out the missile booster section and then the warhead,” he admitted. “It’s a way to check and see if both the main and the loader understand the controls.”“Is that all?” the man who had spoken earlier asked.“Actually if. A short black silk dress and a pair of five inches stilettos, just to consider myself “a little bit fuckable”…Claude was at my door at ten sharp, telling me we could go to a bar and try to pick up another guy for having a wild threesome. Of course his suggestion drove me crazy.Once at the pub, as my gay friend went to the bar to get our drinks, I scanned the place and found what I was looking for: a tall good looking black man, sporting a huge torso, a nice smile and, apparently, I could. The men moved her mouth from cock to cock, guiding her with their big hands. She felt Mark’s hand gripping her hair as she tried her best to stretch her lips around Patrick’s impressive girth, all the while keeping up the pace as she stroked the other two men off. The men groped and slapped roughly at Emily’s huge tits, which were still encased in her dress.The make-up on her face became smeared and the men’s grunts of pleasure turned into a flurry of dirty talk, as they called her a dirty. "What's the tab?" I asked."One hundred," he replied.Still holding Monica, I opened my pocketbook and took out two hundredsand told him, "Here are two postmen. If you see her here again, nodrinks. And I do mean none!" Yes, ah, mam."We dragged Monica out of the bar and over to the elevators that broughtus to the top floor and the presidential suit."You're the ones that have this baby," the princess said to me as Iunlocked the door. "I was surprised to see that it was already bookedwhen I reserved.