” The older man spoke. Whereas Mr. Langley was about 45 and married, I had to admit that a lot of my fantasies involve him jacking off to me. “W...at’s the proposal?” I asked seductively, hoping he’d catch my drift. “Well, you would work shorter hours and have no paperwork to do… And you’d be in my office most the day. Oh, and I’ll increase your weekly pay by $10 an hour.” He winked at me and I could feel him undressing me in his mind. “What are the conditions?” I asked as I drew my face. ♪♫”Then the girl:“♫♪ Hey Paul, I’ve been waiting for you, Hey, hey, hey Paul, I want to marry you too, If you love me sweet, if you... ♪♫”“Michiko Takahashi!”The little girl looked at her boyfriend in annoyance; it wasn’t nice to interrupt when she was singing. But when she looked where he was looking she realized that the one and only Michiko Takahashi was in the room with them. Had the rich man hired her or something?“Hello,” the pop star said. “Ted didn’t tell me you could sing.”The boy. Each of them were given a bikini (Blue for Kathy and pink for Jenny), which had a narrow strip of material over their vaginal openings, and small triangles covering their aureolae. The rest was just string. Jenny's second suit was a white bikini, the bottoms more-or-less as the other, but with a narrow boob-tube wrapped round her top (allowing both the upper and lower swells of her breasts to be bare). Kathy's other suit was a lime-green monokini. A thin strip ran between her legs, and then. With just a gentle lift, I picked her up and set her ass on the rail. As soon as she was set she leaned back and spread her legs wide apart. Her glistening pussy lips were just inviting me to feast on her, and I quickly dropped to one knee to devour my favorite dish. To say that she was wet was an understatement. The area between her legs, that nice little pocket that I love so much, was covered in her cream. Several little trails led down her legs with tiny drops at their ends. I was not about.