.........................................Across town, Janet Fallon was performing her traditional Monday lunchtime role. On her knees, dressed in blac... silk underwear but still wearing her black fishnet stockings and 'signature' black leather high-heeled boots, she would be expertly fellating the charity shop's manager Carl. Naked and with his eyes closed in ecstasy, the man was lounging back against a huge pile of discarded clothing."Suck it, bitch! Suck it you dirty whore slut!"Sensing the. “Oh don’t worry, you’re off to a good start.” I replied, my cock straining painfully against my pants.“Mind if I cut in?” Came Candace’s voice.“Sure sweetie.” Cassie said. She pushed away from me and just as I thought that she was going to walk off, she grabbed Candace’s hand and pulled her in close.“Sorry stud. Wait your turn. She’s a better dancer than you are.” Candace giggled.“No complaints here.” I replied, returning to our seats.In a word, the girls looked HOT together. It wasn’t just. " I could kick it in, if you like," Wolfgang shrugged. "For old time's sake." Hmph," the man turned away, limping back to his easy chair and the football match on his small television. He was older, in his fifties, and thin with thick white hair on top of his narrow skull. He dressed like a peasant, Wolfgang thought, wearing old tweed trousers and a flannel shirt, with wide suspenders rather than a belt.Wolfgang closed the door behind him and turned the bolt. He glanced around the modest. Usually, Rada answered by saying she could be easy or free, but not both, but she gave Emily her best let’s-go-somewhere-and-fuck look. “For you and your boyfriend, sure.”Shortly thereafter, Rada led Nick and Emily to a private room, had them sit on the loveseat there, and then, because she knew the value of first impressions, straddled Nick’s lap and stuck her tits in his face before rubbing her head against Emily’s like a cat marking her territory.“Uh, Rada. That’s not ... necessary. Emily.