Istuffed my money I made into it and off we went, in the back of thebosses limo to his house. It was just out of town and it was huge. Allus girls got...out and we went in. There were all sorts of cocktails,appetizers, and even some good champagne. I could get used to this.This was great. It sure beat sitting at home sucking down a few beers.Being dressed at first really scared me but as the evening went on andI changed into the other costumes I looked at is as just a play or job,not anything. "Hey, Otis!" Marcel grinned from ear to ear.Then his face froze as Otis lit into him, "Are you fucking nuts? What if a teacher walks through that fucking door? If I heard about this, how long do you think you've got?" B--but..." Marcel was making good money and didn't want to bust things up! Slick looked unhappy, too."Do you want to end up in jail tonight? All four of you?" Otis rasped. "Patty! Simone! Get your asses out of here, NOW!" There was a line for service -- and groans came from it.. Monday morning dawned grey and gloomy as rain clouds came in from thecoast. My mood seemed to reflect them, and I started feeling very sorryfor myself. Unfortunately Lydia wasn't having any of it, and she marchedme rather slowly to the physiotherapists to begin the more strenuousdevelopment of my new bionic muscles."Jenna, you need to understand that your hormones are going to make youhave mood swings, and you will have to learn how to control them.Unfortunately for you you don't have seven. From his stature, I could tell it was Andrew who was getting his cock sucked. My wife had a pillow under her hips with her leg's spread out to her sides. Taylor was between her legs and fucking her hard as deep as he could. As I pushed the door closed, the odor of hot bodies and sex overwhelmed me. Taylor's dick appeared to be slightly larger than average but thick as I watched it come out of my wife and then push back inside her. Taylor had little to no body fat, and his muscles rippled as he.