Laura popped into the room to ask for help cinching up her costume.“What the fuck Missy. You said Jenni was hot but Jesus! You didn’t say she was ...his fucking hot. God damn girl.”Missy got up to help Laura and slapped me on the ass as she did. “Go pour us a shot of something, bitch.”The girls finished getting ready as I poured and delivered a few shots, adjusting nicely to walking in the three-inch heeled boots. After another hour it was time to go. Missy touched up my lips and makeup a little. OK, now feed me pieces of chocolate. See how it melts on my fingers? Go on, suck it off. Now the next one. Becky, my stocking seams aren’t straight. Here, if I lift one leg you can straighten it. Good girl. Now the other. Do you like the panties? Quite low cut aren’t they. If I spread my legs wide, can you see how they have slipped into my pussy slit? Now the edges of my mound are showing, bare, smooth, gets you wondering whether the whole of my pussy is shaved or only the edges. Help me slip. Randy said, “I like your company li’l buddy.”“Why, thank you,” replied Miro.“I think we get along well. Do you?”“Oh, yes. Very well, Mr. Tate. Uh…I mean Randy.”“Good! I know we have a professional relationship, but I think we can be friends too. Do you think that’s possible?”“I would like to be your friend.”“Sweet doggie! That’s what I was hopin’ you’d say!”Miro grinned.“Since we’re friends now,” the father of three started. “We should be honest with one another.”“Agreed,” said Miro.“I have a. Flavia began to whimper as well as gasp.„Come on, girlie,“ said Sambo, „don't be shy... show us all just how much you like it.“„No... aahh... no... aahh... no... stoo... oop... oh stoooo... oop!“„You don't really want to me stop. I can feel how much you like it.“„N-No... ooo... no... ooooo!“Flavia was assuredly becoming even more desperate.Squelch...Squelch...Squelch...Squelch...„Hhhhhaaaahhhh... hhhhaaaahhhh.“„That's it, Missie... you love black meat... you know you do!“Skilfully, completely.