“Okay Mark, I’ll come down on my way out.” She hung up the phone and a few minutes later there was a tap on his door. He headed over to open it....“Come on in,” he beckoned. He watched her ass as she sashayed past him and into the room. He closed the door behind him and followed her to his desk. She dropped her coat and bag down onto the adjacent chair and slid her ass half on to his desk. “I’m gonna come to the point Lissa. You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all day, you have to stop coming to. Not about this god." Her fingers finished with the straps. Felek watched as she removed the armor, the padded under armor now visible."About what, then?" Felek asked. Bach moved to the girl's side. She smiled as he took the metal armor from her. Her gaze returned to Felek."I ... I'm Jewish."Felek blinked."What's that?" The term was familiar. He had read something about it, but could not for the life of him place the word. She shrugged."Don't know. Mother wasn't sure, either. She just said that. " That's more than I really needed to know. All right, I'll go with ... Miss Ling." She brightened a bit and girlishly chirped, "Ta Ta, husband of mine."Ling (not Georgette, which was merely the Asian girl's stage name) guided Val past the gawking patrons and into a little alcove, where after pressing a hidden button, or switch, a narrow doorway appeared and, with Ling holding her by the hand, Val suddenly found herself in a small, but beautifully designed boudoir.Ling shoved Val backward and. Zoe bucked angrily, and Gregs vise grip on her arms became almost bone-crunching. His member explored briefly, pressing, entering and exiting just a little, then stretching her until she thought shed tear. His movements were a laugh in the way of preparation before he began plunging into her ass with the same careless and vicious force hed used in her throat. Her screams were again muffled by Steves only slightly gentler face-fucking, and both began a rhythm of in-out-in simultaneously. Her.