She looks towards the door and notices that it had been pad locked. She turns back to me, with a look of fear in her eyes she asks“What going on” ...��Gentlemen I would like to introduce you to Denise. She will be our sex toy for the next few hours” I said as I looked into her teary eyes.“NO” “Oh yes, know put on a show” “NO I CAN’T” “Ok then” I say as I walk over and pick up a pair of scissors from the table, I then walk up to her and start cutting her shirt from the top down revealing her perfect. Once sure of the layout he settled to wait, his demeanour giving no clue to the impatience he felt or the fire coursing through his body. Lionel Wernik, a florid, nattily dressed, grade one arsehole was making his way to ‘The Pink Bar’. Lionel was OTT in every way you could think of but of the old school. A pink shirt, dripping with gold rings and a seal point Siamese cat on a lead. Complete with rhinestone knickers? I kid you not, rhinestone knickers! Expensive ones. £90.00 a pair, tailor-made. For this semi-final Stage, something called "Row or Snow" rules were in effect. Basically, if you were the first to guess all three women correctly, you'd win (or make a "Row"). Alternatively, if one of the girls got you to cum (or "Snow," I guess), you'd automatically lose, sudden death style.It was coming up on nine fifteen, and apparently there was something else planned beyond this, so Jonas was trying to move the game along. Usually Cuisine Club fiestas were over by quarter to eleven so. I stood there, the glow of the fireplace dancing on my skin and breathed in the peacefulness. I unhooked and removed my bra, and my full tits welcomed their freedom and then I rolled my panties off my hips and down to my ankles and stepped out of them as well. The heat from the fire felt so delicious on my pussy lips as I spread my legs to accept more, and I went over and lay down on the large bear skin rug in front of the fireplace and watched to see what Daniel would do. He was a bit taken.