Back to last night.Unable to drive since drunk, Amy and Arfa were confused and annoyed. But then the same guy from the theatre called out to them from...behind. His name was Hari. He worked in the same firm Amy had bought shares for. But neither of the women had revealed that.Hari was smitten by both the sex-deprived horny women, and he offered to drive them home. He drove to Amy’s apartment as suggested by her. Amy got down, walking, talking long steps.She was about to open the door for Arfa. Barry shuffled towards her. He was only 18, thrown straight into the deep end by his tutors at university. He was studying media and broadcasting and was on a placement as a cameraman and technician. He was 6 feet tall and skinny, wearing glasses, a loose fitting top and baggy jeans. Holly straight away whipped down his zipper. He gasped as his cock sprang out into Holly's other hand. "Wow, it's gorgeous" breathed Holly as she began to give him what was obviously his first wank. She was. ‘Put one foot up there.’ I did noticing my panties were indeed ripped up the right side all the way to the waistband. They were held together there by a grand total of five threads. Brian snapped these with a quick tug. ‘These I think I will take home with me,’ he said pulling them down out of the way of his view. They were still intact on one side and even held up in place by the straps of my garter belt but with my thigh raised up to the side the crotch fell away. The view of my pussy in. I set them up at the top floor of the Casino in Las Vegas where I kept our computer servers and the hub of the gambling operation we ran in Sin City and Reno and even down in Lake Tahoe on both sides of the border. My guys were also heavily invested in the water situation in California that had proven the most lucrative of the deals that I had organized for pumping mob cash into legit businesses on the West Coast. I kept in the shadows pretty much because there were a bunch of politicians.