"I got to take this". Trump called out. "I'll stop when I'm ready pal" came the retort. Trump couldn't believe his luck, if only Putin could see that ...is cock was down the throat of Manning whilst they discussed a drone hovering over Red Square. "I'm cumming". Trump called out "In me mouth then squire" Manning gargled. Trump exploded into her mouth. Manning without flinching swallowed in one go, let go of his cock and said "let's have a selfie, bet the girls £50 you'd be blowing your beans in. It seemed to Sally that the two girls used nearly a quart of the very-expensive musk oil on her body, spreading it all over. They gently worked it into her tits, but used their strong fingers to knead it in elsewhere on her body. Kelly ordered her to spread her thighs as far apart as they would go, and then, using her fingers to spread Sally's labia wide, poured the expensive fluid into her slit. Then, using her long, slim fingers, Kelly worked it into every crease and crevice and put as much. Maybe it was her turn now, would she or wouldn’t she? It seemed an age ago that she had boldly acknowledged that she understood the house rules; she wasn’t afraid of any punishment that she might earn, and had no problem with the revealing attire that the waitresses wore every evening, perhaps now her bluff was being called! Yes! That was what was happening? It was time to put action to words; this was the acid test wasn't it? Proof of her resolve was now required? Proof that she wasn’t. Tiny black panties completed her look. Too short said Trish, the whole world can see your cunt. Perfect said Katie, laughing. Now, when yo sit down, make sure you give Tom a good flash of your stocking tops. I have done this before you know said Trish, ok a long time ago, but once you learn to ride a bike you never forget, so to speak. Are you going to tell Tom before. Nope said Katie, it’s a surprise. Ok said a Trish so I have a plan…Tom arrived and Katie showed him through to the lounge. You.