In her sheer, white nightdress she looks like a ghost in the light of the flames, but in reality, she is no ghost. She still has a body, soft and supp...e, with beautiful curves, full breasts and long shapely legs. Carrying a solitary candle to the desk, she settles into the chair with a sigh. From the delicate red ribbon around her neck, dangles a heart shaped skeleton key. She pulls it off over her head and it slides through her silver hair, leaving wisps to flutter against her pale. I had sucked 3 arses and also kissed around 10 balls. I was wasted and tired but looking for more. I had a fishnet tights with suspenders. A pink v-neck halter neck top. My small perts boobs were showing through. I had strappy sandals and a brown boob cardigan on. I felt slutty and had my hair all out over my face. My eyes were amde up with dark eyeliner and glitter eye shadow. My cheeks were rouged and on my forehead glistened my bindi. I walked over the Waterloo bridge, all nite guys were. After they blew their loads, all of these studs stayed erect and began fucking me again and cumming again, this time all over my body. And then they took turns spanking my ass until it was red and sore and slapped my pussy until it was plumped like ripe fruit. It was like someone knew my inner most fantasies. Jesus, so many of my own orgasms. I was no party girl, had a psychological block about having orgasms, and could count on one hand the number I’d had in my life. But not last night! These. That, and she been denying Fran the climaxes she'd become soused to.All of which meant that Fran was as sexually wired up as she could bewhen she got on shift that night. The other Pussy Girls welcomed herwarmly. They'd had an eye on her as she'd blossomed over the monthsand they could tell, from their personal experience, that it wouldn'tbe much longer before Mr. D was wiping his spent cock on her olduniform. Just like he'd done with each of them when it was their timeto be promoted to.