Sophie got dressed and Effie did too, back into their jeans and trainers and tees, then they asked the girls to show them the stairs to the floor abov....When they got to the top there was a landing with a door off to either side, but both doors were locked. It was obvious, really.Actually Sophie had been thinking it was crazy that some kind of high-powered off-the-wall research seemed to be going on in this laid-back sleepy institute, that let two teenage girls just park their bikes and get in. They were floating around in my head, I had to have misunderstood him. Nothing made sense. I stood unable to respond, my eyes locked on his bulging muscles, then in horror to his throbbing black phallus. "Your going to love this cock." he smiled. Looking more like a billy club than a cock; he held the monster at the base, shook it, pulling back the remaining foreskin. The head of it could have been mistaken for portabella mushroom. His massive hand was stoking the fat shaft. "Before this is. She waited at the bottom of the stairs and watched me as I came down,stepping side ways down the steps as the tight skirt restricted mymovement, the sound of the hose on the lining "shh shh" as I moved, thebounce of my huge breasts as they glistened and jiggled in my satinblouse, the tap of my rings on the banister, these are the sounds thatpleased her, she walked me into the long lounge and told me to walk upand down, one hand on my waist, the other swinging as I walked, theclick of my heels. Once we were sure he was settled in and had a few drinks, she phoned him again and told him that an issue at work had come up and she " Regretfully could not get away". She convinced him he should stay since the he was there and everything had been payed for. It wasn't hard, he was pretty buzzed and the idea of spending the next day golfing appealed to him. Mary and I sat there trying to contain our laughter as she drunkenly babbled about his plans for the weekend. The more we sat in his.