There were several alcoves off of the main room. Some held one pool table and some had two tables in them. There were about a dozen men in the place. ...t was kind of dark. Most of the light was pooled over the tables and came from the long, narrow fixtures hanging low over the pool tables.I was the only woman in the room. The air was smoky and a little unpleasant at first. But after a little while I started to get used to it. The room was quiet except for the gentle clicking sound of pool balls. I opened up the file and glanced through it. Name: Martina Von Bruckenstien. Big family. Several brothers and sisters. Each one uglier than the one before. And I'll be damned if every woman in the photographs didn't have an Adam's Apple. There were plenty of details, names, dates, places, but I was just scanning for now. Great, an opera fan. I fucking hate opera. I'd rather fuck a goat than listen to it. I hope they weren't expecting me to become a freaking fanatic. Art appreciation. Charitable. .. ," Olivia whispered as another series of shocks emanated from her loins followed by several involuntary whole-body muscle spasms. "Ughhh ... my orgasm ... it's still going ... what the hell... ?" Olivia wondered as the deep pressure from within seemed to feed the ongoing spams and shocks coursing through her body.Trying to sit up, Olivia realized she still had the enormous black dildo stuffed between her legs. No wonder the orgasm wouldn't stop, the thing was still buried deeply in her twat.. "What do you want?" she asked.Not saying a word we began to take position: Charlie on one side of the bed and me on the other. Climbing with confidence on both sides, we reach out and began to slowly caress and feel up those smooth legs that I pictured so many times over and over again wrapped around my head as I ate her pussy. Those legs were a thing of beauty: tan, long and defined. She really could have been a leg model, if not more. Hell, on days when she wore heels and a long skirt with.