One of his hands dropped between us, working my swollen clit until I couldn’t take anymore. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but take it and f...ll apart right there on his cock. My body ached with the twist of pleasure and he didn’t stop moving his hand even as I gasped and moaned above him.“Please – I can’t, please!”“You gotta have more than one for me, angel.”It was as though he knew me better than I knew myself. Even as I struggled to pull away from his hand, my body felt the jerking. We chatted, thankfully avoiding the topic of Becky. I finished my drink over the next twenty minutes or so and excused myself to go chat with Dave. I was always angling for an opportunity to be up close with Chloe who was then standing next to him. Dave was working the bar and smiled as I approached. Chloe, dressed in the shortest denim cutoffs I have ever seen, was standing in front of the makeshift watering station, which was a thick, wide plank across two wine barrels. From the back, half. Monica guided me through it. I licked and fingered her pussy and she made all the appropriate noises and sounds. Yeah, women were really good at faking it but I wasn't faking any of it. I was into this, and I think it showed on camera. Afterwards, we took a ten-minute break during which I got myself a sandwich. Monica drank a sports shake and we talked about the scene while the crew people did their thing and the director berated his flunky about something in the script. Then the break was over. When we stumbled back from the club at nearly midnight Shirley waswaiting to pounce on me."Michelle! Ah good, I'm glad your back." Why?" I asked as I stamped the snow off my Uugh boots."Well you know you promised to do those equations in your head." Ye-ees," I replied non-commitedly."Can you do these?"She handed me a piece of paper with about eight complex equations withvery high values. I looked at them and frowned."These are big numbers." They're dollar yen trades. There's billions of dollars.