Had it been planned?"Key," a man in a brightly colored shirt and loosely tied necktie said as he motioned for me to stop."I'm here to see Mr. Petterse...," I offered, unwilling to give up my car keys."Everyone's here to see Mr. Pettersen. Give me your keys." I'll wait here until it clears out at bit." It ain't gonna clear out. Give me your keys. I'll watch your car."I handed the man my keys and walked toward the showroom, beginning to get nervous. Where would my car be if I needed to get away. She squealed and yelled at me to get out. I laughed. “You like that stupid thing?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head and then shedding my shorts and boxers. “I’ve got one that's even better, and it’s hot and spurts cream.” She glanced at me and screamed and threw the big dildo at me. I caught it and held it down next to my rearing girl pleaser. “Look, mine’s just as fat. It’s not curved like this toy, but I’ve never had an unsatisfied customer.” She rolled off her bed and cowered in the. “You are one of the elite,” she says. “We have our own table and there are dozens of perks; too many to list right now.”“Big group?” Arlyne asks, looking to each of the girls, one at a time.“Just us four,” Kelly answers. “But everyone knows us and wants to be us.”“That’s right,” Wendy confirms. Christy and Denise both nod their agreement to this. “And if someone needs something...”“Anything,” Kelly quickly inserts.“ ... they come to us.” Wendy swirls her finger in a circle to list her and the. He went to get us drinks, so go and let him in, then get back over here. We haven’t finished yet” “Good. Because I’m still hungry for more of that gorgeous cock of yours.” Next thing the door opened, and the first thing that hit me was the smell of sex and sweat – a sort of musky smell that only comes from frantic, long, hard fucking. Chrissie was standing there. Her hair was matted with sweat, and maybe sperm? Her make-up was smeared around her face. She was wet from head to toe with sweat,.