....Ah well we were the Fab Four Yesterday ! I mused. We had finished three bottles when again Christine took control. “Back to yours now Sparks."I ...rdered a taxi. I lived about 2 miles away on the other side of town. It arrived "Baby you can drive car" I said to her tipsily. Chris and the girls laughed. Beatles again ! The driver annoyingly called Ann(wish she had been called Michelle) just shook her head. Not laughing it off. We got in and set off to mine. She got a good tip for putting up. The girls didn't know it, but we had enough alcohol to last the entire evening. The room was set up with a small kitchen and a living room, around a corner was the bed where my girlfriend and I would sleep but there was not a door so you could still see the TV from the bed. We changed clothes and poured the drinks; the night was going to be amazing.We drank for several hours before my girlfriend was itching to be fucked. She kept asking if we could go to bed but our other friends wanted to. “No, you will understand when you read the book. I want you to incorporate some exercise into your after class studies. You might get creative and use them while practicing your dance exercises,” he said with a sly smile.He escorted her down to where the chauffer and car were waiting. They got in and did not speak on the way to the Art Students League. He took her upstairs to an office where a woman in a black dress with enormous breasts was holding a drawing up to the window. He introduced. Joe understood our priorities well. First he offered the ladies nice little things to eat, to make them feel comfortable and happy. Meanwhile, Peterson informed the ladies on the intended scenario. "This table is large enough to serve dinner to a dozen people, but today it´s the floor for you two. Eat as you like, and next please undress and lay on this table. You will be covered with ´amuses de geule´, little tapas and other small hot bites Joe has in store for us." As soon as the girls.