“I don’t mind if you want to take the day off.”She sighed, then winced at a sharp pain in her temple. “No, this is worthy penance. I need pena...ce. I deserve penance. Also, the lights in here are as much as I can handle right now.”“I don’t like seeing you suffer.”“Oh, I’m suffering alright. I’m suffering the afterness of a bad night of badness.”He was unable to keep surprise from his voice, though it came at the cost of elevated volume. “You’re a Buffy fan?”Holding up her hand and grimacing, she. I grabbed Nick’s ass and urged him to go faster, deeper. I moaned but not very loudly because I didn’t want Mandy to hear me, not that she would pay attention to anything else at the moment. I didn’t want her to hear because I knew it would sound forced. Nick was not making me feel what I was hearing in Mandy. I focused on them. I used Nick like a sex toy, fucking myself on his latex covered prick. My mind was in the next room. I had already heard Mandy cum at least once, maybe twice and Brett. Miranda laughed with satisfaction as I jerked in the opposite direction as the elevator rose to yet another floor, rather than descending. It took my breath away as the elevator emerged into brilliant sunshine behind the mirrored-glass walls of a penthouse suite. I could see right across town from the top of her hotel. Miranda pointed to the populated side of a hill several miles off."That's Blanche's house with the red roof to the right of that church; what we ladies hope will become your. His words only served to remind me of the awkward predicament I was now in, but I pressed onward. I pumped his meat up and down and he now stood at full mast pointing slightly to the sky."Now or never", I thought. I opened my mouth tentatively and took him inside. Closing my lips around his throbbing cock I paused for a moment. I wasn't savouring it, nor was I second guessing it. I was really, really drunk. It was completely surprising when Mr. Jones suddenly grabbed the back of my head and.