The background music goes off.The host of the night, Roger Marshall, comes onto the stage. Behind him, he is dragging a girl, who looks like she can't...be more than 18 years old. The girl is panting and crying and it's obvious that someone has beaten her. Probably the host himself or the owner of the club. Her other eye has turned to purple and her long blonde hair is a complete mess. Tears are wetting her beautiful cheeks. The girl is naked. Of course. The men are staring at her with their. There was only scheduled to be one person in the class, and he guessed by the name Taylor that it was a man. Male nurses weirded Aaron out, and it looked like it was going to be a very long day. As he prepared the conference room, he had his back turned to the door, and was startled when a woman came into the room asking him if this was the location of the new hire training. He was even more stunned when he turned to speak to her. Taylor was everything his fantasies were made of, very tall,. My weight bore down on her and she protested until I relented and disengaged.I set about releasing her. She massaged her wrists and ankles to restore circulation, chewing on air to ease her strained jaw. I lay back on the bed as Olivia sprinted across the floor into the bathroom, anxious to fulfil an urgent need.Returning a few moments later, she plopped down beside me, threw an arm over my chest and rested her head contentedly against my shoulder. Her flushed face overflowing with deep. I taste my finger.It's my salty cum,it tastes like subtley flavored soup stock, like celery and salt.I can still smell pineaplle on my finger as I dip into my cunt and bring my finger to my face.My finger is coated in slick juice. The suds run over it and onto my palm.I slide the finger into my mouth,letting the cum slide off onto my tongue and lips.My bath water is getting cold.My clitoris twinges as if I need to pee.I kneel down into the warm bath water.It laps delicately at my thighs and.