I excuse myself to my friends, as casually as I can manage, saying vaguely that one of the men is an acquaintance I haven’t seen in a while. Acquain...ance… well, that’s one way of putting it. I take a steadying breath and make my way to the bar. He smiles, and opens his arms for a quick hug, as if I really was just a friendly acquaintance, and my heart almost stops. He smells and feels exactly the same. “Hi! How’ve you been?” What a scintillating conversationalist I’ve become! “Well. Yourself?”. Es war eine höchst lukrative Reise. Vor allem die Spesen hielten sich gewaltig in Grenzen. Kim zeigte sich sehr zufrieden, als ich ihr das meiste des mitgenommenen Bargelds wieder gab. Für das Geld, das ich direkt an die Models auszahlte, hatte ich natürlich Quittungen. Das war auch notwendig, denn einen Fehlbetrag würde mir meine Finanzdirektorin einfach von meinem Konto abziehen. Da kennt sie nichts und hatte mir dazu auch die volle Berechtigung abgeschwatzt. Gegen elf Uhr machte ich mich. That brief respite spurred me to start again, I began sucking her engorged clit and put my fingers back inside her well-lubricated pussy. The same process repeated itself. Twice. Three times. Four times. And more, so many I lost count. Each orgasm was the same, Lesa would flop like a fish out of water, while her pussy squeezed my fingers and she would moan out. The second time it was: "I'm cummming again.I'm cummming. I'm cummming", she announced, as if I didn't know. The third time it was a. “You did,” Tabitha points out, admonishing herself for letting down her guard down. This is supposed to be her game, not his. “You said you’d bend me over that chair and ... oh...” Then it dawns on her that he wasn’t talking of spankings at all. Why else would she be bent over with her ass sticking up in the air? “You wouldn’t dare,” she tells him, egging him on.Gordon laughs at her, liking where this is going. Clearly he has had a few drinks, but that isn’t the problem. The problem is Tabitha.