After all, she was the professional here.Was she in for a shock!Pete Peterson had taken her straight to his apartment after their late breakfast, with...ut spending too much time at all in conversation. He had simply told her what he desired and went about moving the events of the late morning along at a pace and an agenda of his own determination and his own making. She had lost control early on and had never regained it over the past hour or so.Irina had been somewhat awed by Peterson's. “Yup, think I’ll call it a day. See you Monday morning?”She giggled. “Yes, you, mmm, will! Be here by, unh, five o’clock, unh, and we’ll, mmm, get you, unh… get you, mmm, going.”She leaned toward me and puckered up, wanting a kiss. I’d never kissed a woman that was being actively fucked by two other guys before – or even one other guy, for that matter – but I figured what the hell and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were soft and puffy and hot like she’d maybe just been giving a blowjob, and. Hot juices ran over his face and downhis neck. His breath seared the pucker of her asshole.Abigail came hard, for a long time, holding his hardcock in her mouth, but not sucking. She couldn’t suckhim now. She couldn’t move, only push her cunt as hardas she could into his mouth.When the spasms ended, fading slowly, she gripped hiscock tighter with her mouth and pulled her knees backup until she had her shapely ass sticking in the airagain, spread with her juicy cunt an inch above. She didn't have any ID on her and can't tell us her full name or much of anything. We think her name is Lana." Sheila shook her head. She had seen this before and while it no longer upset her greatly, it always disturbed her. "Do you think she is another drop off?" Georgia gave Sheila a grim smile, "Most likely, yes." Sheila nodded her head. "Alright then, I assume she's still here?" Georgia nodded her head. "Show me to her, please." Georgia got up and led the way to a small kitchen. Another.