." Mick... ?" His voice rang out loudly.Stacey whirled; scared as a door across the landing was flung open and an obese man wearing a stained t-shirt ...mbled across into the doorway. He was a little too quick, a little too eager to appear at the door. It was staged. He had been expecting the call."Yo?" See them pictures on the bed — pick one of them, anyone you like."Stacey stepped back as Mick shuffled across to the bed. Her eyes darted sideways, at the figure she couldn't see in the. This bizarre, disturbing scene unfolding in front of them amazed the attendees watching this scene, but they didn’t move, nor were there any expressions of horror or disgust on their faces. They just observed with great interest and jotted down notes on their notepads and small laptops. They were used to this kind of thing, for their organization was dealing in white slavery.No, it wasn’t white slavery. They weren’t some low-life criminals that went around causing trouble and kidnapping people. It was dark beneath her skirt, but enough light passed through her skirt to make out dark panties, bikini-cut, and trimmed in lace.How naughty.I nuzzled against the crotch of her panties, inhaling her musk. "Oh sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!" sang the church. Happy's crotch wasn't heaven, but it sure smelled heavenly."The Holy Ghost has come upon me!" I heard her shout, barely above the singing. "Sweet Jesus, thank you!"I chuckled; I liked to think of myself as a ghost since I sold my. The pole slides between both of our breasts as we lean forward. I feel her hard nipple press against mine as we both lick up the cold hard pole. My mind gets lost on the thought of it being Craig’s cock resting between me and Lauren’s breasts. The hard beat of the song comes in making me focus on the start of our dance. Our hips start to ripple against the pole, our stomachs and pussy pressing against the hard pole before the wave rides it away repeatedly as we slowly sink down the pole. As we.