"Just cum, apparently. She's not a hooker, she just wants to get fucked tonight. The little slut. You want a turn?" He kept facefucking me rudely, pic...ing up the pace as he called me a slut, his balls slapping unceremoniously against my chin.I looked up at the man with my mouth full of cock. I winked and reached out to massage his growing cock through his pants. His eyes widened and he began unbuckling his belt. "You don't mind sharing?"*****I fucked my slut's face until I came down her throat.. She was as sparkling as the expensive champagne tonight wearing a tight short black dress obviously without bra and high-heeled boots reaching just under the knees. Emily grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the crowded room. They passed a corridor and a small stairs when finally they burst into one room. She shut the door, turned facing him, and said: ‘I’m horny!’ ‘Yes I can tell that with ease.’ Tom said pointing with eyes at the small bulge formed under the tight dress right between. The French will insist that you have French money in the deal. If they buy the deal we'll have to start construction right away. Have you made sure that the roads and utilities are adequate?"She had not even thought about roads and utilities. She shook her head and assured him that she would have everything in place before she committed them to a deal.The next day she went to the local authorities with the plans for the factory and the plan for the business. The locals were enthusiastic that. “ Did you put something in my drink last night?” Her dark eyes opened wide. “ What?” “ I don’t know. Something is wrong with me. I feel… I don’t know what I feel.” “ Well I hope you feel like an ass hole for insinuating that I drugged you just to get into your pants.” Jill started gathering her clutch and pack of smokes. “ I didn’t mean that,” I really hadn’t. Jill stands. “Yeah well, get fucked.” She storms off. Just then my phone vibrates. A text from Markus: c u then. I am fucked. ~.