Her tongue licking cum out of my asshole. I wanted to utterly corrupt her. To show her how awesome being a slut was.All the orgasms she would get.All ...he men she would please.So many things to show her.“Leyla!” she gasped, her head snapping back, breaking our kiss. “Yes, yes, yes!”“See, it's amazing!”She whimpered again, her body convulsing a final time.My pussy on fire, I stepped back. I brought my fingers to my lips. She stared at me through lidded eyes, watching as I licked her sweet pussy. I had the curtains pulled as best I could with the fan going and stripped down to nothing. Almost immediately my little friend was at attention as if it knew we were about to start our exploration of our new found feelings. Looking around my room I started looking for something that I could use to simulate Jason being with me. I found lots of things that could potentially be a match like a small coke bottle which I deemed too big, an aftershave bottle that was small but shaped weird. A. Erin offered to refuse the promotion but she told her not to. It would be too selfish of her to be a barrier for Erin's rising career. Nancy told her she would stay in the flat where we lived and if she were ever in the area, to let her know.The last night before leaving, the girls had a sex marathon. They dinner at the Chinese place then went back home. By six in the evening both her naked and making love. Erin peeled a banana, broke it in half, then slid the piece up Nancy's pussy then. One of the ex RAF men remarked. "I hope I don't get interviewed by one of your colleagues who thinks we shouldn't be here."The gent laughed. "I can assure that won't happen. I am the Site Director, Alan Guthrie, and will be the senior manager to interview you. The one-to-one interview will take about fifteen minutes each. I can fit one interview in before lunch, so if I start with Mister Desmond the rest of you can go to lunch, and return here by 1.30. My P.A will show you to the dining.