“Keep the taste on your tongue,” he said, retracting his fingers and adjusting the flies of his pants. “And pull that skirt back down. We don’... want anyone mistaking you for a filthy little fuckslut.” He winked at her and she tugged the hem of her dress back, face burning with a crazed blur of emotions as the doors slid apart.An older couple accompanied them for the final few floors, Gavin’s frame partially blocking her view of them. The silver-haired husband’s eyes kept flicking their way,. This girl Megha wanted to come along saying she wanted to see my restaurant. I asked her to stay back and assist them. But she kept requesting so I gave in. While we were on our way I innocently asked her about the Director.And that was enough for her to spit everything about him. She didn’t like him and said he kept texting her till late evening. And if she didn’t reply he would then text the other girl (hostel girl – Poorni). His conversations would start about the film but he would slowly. She reached out for him and found his cock under his boxer-briefs. He positioned himself in front of her face and pulled down his underwear. Dean was now flicking her clit with his tongue, and teasing her ass with his finger. You can't imagine how hot she looked, wearing nothing but thigh-high stocking and high heels; having her pussy licked and a cock rubbed on her face.Anne Marie took one look at Robby's cock, and then she turned to me and said, "Honey, it's big. Look! I haven't had a big. She flushed, and replied, "well, caning me yes." She was surprised by the looks of respect on the faces of the people around her. "How did you know?" It's what he always does," the woman said, leaving Brenda feeling hurt and disappointed, she had hoped rather foolishly that she was the first woman that Mr Bennett had ever brought to a party like this.Anne, the woman who seemed to own the house, announced that dinner was served. There were assorted servings of food, and everyone helped.