That was a good question. Of course I liked it, but did I really want Dion to get more bold? He was basically a stranger to me. A stranger whose cum w...s sitting in my belly, but still a stranger. The fabric of my panties shifted, and I felt Dion’s fingers massage my bare clit for a moment before they slid down and one of them pushed inside me. My own lubrication was enough for him to get three knuckles deep with no effort. My whole body went rigid. Was I really going to allow this? The more I. ‘I’m Sally Thompson. Call me Sally, and if you don’t mind I’ll call you Rich.’ ‘Fine Sally, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, what time.’ She reached up and pulled the mask off her face. I was stunned. She was as cute as she could be. Not beautiful, her eyes were too big, she had a little ski jump nose. Her lips were curved in a smile that was a hair too wide. She smiled broader and said, ‘9:00. Have a good evening, Rich.’ She turned and walked away. I was aware that there were delightful things. She is black and has green eyes. She resembles that supermodel, Tyra Banks. They have flawless skin, and they look like TV stars in their own right. I feel dwarfed by their beauty. The food arrives. As we drink the Cosmos and eat our respective meal, we discuss work. “You won’t believe what some assistants do,” Lauren says. “They sell information to the press. Especially the tabloids.” Amanda nods in agreement. I wipe my mouth with a handkerchief and say, “I bet they do. But it’s terrible,. Maybe even the four of us getting together for some out of this world sex. I felt my dick stirring, but I was too tired to do anything about it.I drifted off to sleep holding Marge and thinking about sucking Paul's cock as she watched. I woke up to the feeling of a hot mouth around my dick as I orgsamed. I had been dreaming of Paul and me in a steamy sixty nine. As I became aware of my surroundings I realized daylight was just blooming outside. It was still dim in the room, but I could see.