The DJ booth was positioned on a balcony of sorts. Kind of a second level overlooking the entire dance floor. The DJ waved as I looked that way and th...n motioned for me. The server told me she could take me up and introduce me if I liked. Well, thanks to the drinks he bought I had just about drank the word “no” out of my vocabulary and agreed. I followed her up a back staircase and into the DJ’s lair.I stood for a moment as he worked preparing the upcoming playlists. As he finished, he turned. What am I drinking?" I believe I already told you that."The goblet suddenly fell from her hand and hit the floor with dull clang. The remaining "juice" ran red over the stone. She jumped to her feet, eyes wide with fear. "I-I don't remember what you said ... what am I doing here now, I haven't ... wh-what's wrong with me?" Are you not feeling well, Fina?" I don't remember coming here. I wasn't supposed to leave until ... I..." Fina blinked rapidly. She shook her head violently. "What am I doing. Ki awz nikalne lgi and kuch der bd wobi sath Dene lgi kiss krne lgi khne lgi main bahot pyasi hu plzz meri pyas bujha do fir wo muje bedroom me leaayi or mene usko piche se pkdkr wps kiss krna shru kia aaaahh hhhhMmmm mmm aaaahhh hhhhh … usko 10 minit tk lip kiss krne k bd uska blouse khol dia pink bra me uske bde bde bobbey bahot MST lgre the mn kr RHA unko kha jauFir mene uske pure kpde kholdiye or uski chut ko chatne lga or boobs dbane LGA nd muh me lekr uski chunchiyo se khelne lga WO bahot. She rose just as slow and looked up at him. He smiled and she back at him. She licked all around the head, closing her eyes as she went back to work. Mike’s hands began to play in her hair. Jena lifted off of Mike’s cock and took a drink of wine. Then lowered herself back down his shaft. Mike could feel the coolness of the wine, until it heated up from the temperature of his cock. Jena could feel his veins sliding past her lips. Her motion was slow and deliberate. Mike’s cock grew with each bob.