They had dinner in the penthouse which she served to Jim and his guests and sat with them at the table and drank quite a lot of very nice wine and sta...ted to really enjoy once again the compliments being given to her. All the wine she had drunk made her very tipsy so she gave her apologies and got up to go to bed . Jim took her in his arms and as she looked up at him he thanked her for being the perfect hostess and gave her a very passionate kiss in full view of the rest of the men in the room. She has come.As James wipes the remains of his piss and sperm from his face and hair with his underpants Fiona and I flop in a sweating heap and hope not to be noticed. James dresses and leaves. When I hear the gate close and know we are safe I push Fiona onto her back and frantically lick at her cunt. The aroma from her vagina is intoxicating as she lifts her legs higher allowing my mouth access to her sweaty anus. I lick her arse hungrily while sniffing at her cunt. I pull down my underpants. Sliding into the room she did not see her Master Ray enter the reception area. Closing the door behind her she turned to see a man of about twenty seven sat at a large oak desk. The desk was empty apart from the intercom, a phone and a large leather blotter. On Charlady's side of the desk was a single typist's chair set rather low for her height and as she sat she realised why.The angle her hips were to her knees meant that the person could see straight up her skirt if she did not keep her legs. It's just the way life happens." I did not say asshole, but yes I was thinking it.At 3PM we pulled onto the interstate highway for a minimum of 9 hours on the road. It was possible for us to be home by midnight but not likely."We are going to need gas soon," Simpson commented shortly before 6PM."I am going to need a bathroom break soon," I agreed. "How about you Gypsy?" Yeah sometime soon," she said. She seemed to have been deep inside her own thoughts. Since we had been warned not to question.