"It's all right," smiled Margery, taking a glass of sparkling champagne from a silver tray held by a servant. She gave him a quiet "Thank you," so tha... others could not hear her. It was considered too blue collar to thank the help, except for at the very end of the party, if it was very good and if everyone was drunk enough. But Margery couldn't help herself."Thank you," Shelley whispered as well, taking a glass. I casually nodded as I took one. Stan remained still. "The music doesn't get much. ‘Get on your back and open up for mommy. Your ass belongs to me’… Meanwhile, a couple of metres away from them, there was another tongue sliding in and out of a sopping wet, fragrant cunt, as Christina Aguilera had her mouth, and most of her face plastered between Lil’ Kim’s thick cunt lips. Her face was shining in the light, courtesy of Kim’s juices, and as Christina had her tongue deep in Kim’s fuckhole, her lips were closed over the opening and were loudly sucking, slurping even at it. As. Come on." She liked Bill.By now, this tiny little studio we had been working in, nothing like those nice big mini theaters you see in movies, was strewn with two bottles of white wine, a lot of empty coffee cups, and a pizza box turning cruddy under the screen. I was pretty fresh, still on eastern time. She was sunken eyed, her hands trembled, and she would alternate between nodding off, and hyper. The last couple of hours, I wasn't so sure she was even functioning, but she wouldn't hear of. Although she was born in England, she told me that she was a ‘Kashmiri girl,’ that her family came from the Northern border area between Pakistan and India. I was always keen to undertake any qualification or training in those days; believing that it would all enhance my future promotion chances. The very first morning I started on the course my wandering eye was drawn to her. We were in a large computer room which was divided into roughly four rows of tables, with computers either side of.