Thus, the morning flew by quickly. The towns they passed through, Lisburn, Moira, and lastly, Lurgan, were the heart of the Irish Linen manufacturing,...with straight, well organised streets. Harriet made a note to herself to purchase a set of quality linens on the return journey. They stopped for the night in a roadside inn in Lurgan. It was close to the supper bell when their post chaise drew up, and Harriet with her companions soon sat at the best table in the common room whilst their coachman. Then she stops. She slowly withdraws her fingers and stops sucking at my breast. I soon realise why. Someone else has entered the room."What are you doing?!" They whisper to her. She laughs."Having my turn first, Dave!" She giggles. "Do you really think I wanted sloppy seconds? I've been planning this since we discussed it this morning." Dave laughs."Fair enough!" He says. "My turn now though". I hear him pad over to the bed. My stomach churns as I realise that they've discussed the night. As I fucked her throat, she moaned and rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples. I could feel my cock deep down her throat. The sight of her playing with herself while swallowing me was incredible. After I pounded her tonsils for a bit, I knew she needed some attention. I pulled her clothes off and threw her down on one of the bunks and proceeded to give her cunt a good tonguing, licking her, fucking her with my tongue, nibbling on her clit until she came. Afterward I noticed that the lights. Arwain in a nice font at the top, showing his master's degree in technology and his bachelors in business management, then it mentioned his job history. Most of it was from the same location where he started at as a high school after school job, tracking his upward movement from starting in the mail room and going to the last VP of Technology. The only other job he ever had was a short stint as a bagger at a grocery store. Hitting send on the email to apply for the position he let out a sigh.