It would be 2 hours before we saw a pizza. So in the mean time, we turned on the T.V., chilled, and talked. Their were only 2 beds in the rooms, a lar...e comfy seat, a computer chair, and a T.V. set with furniture and what not. So I sat on the edge of one bed and the others found seats on the other bed and in the computer chair. I finally got to know the drummer, who I thought was serious and mean. He was short, skinny, had short, curly blonde hair, and had a stern look on his face all the time.. He swallows, fighting his deepest yearning to watch your breasts rise and fall with each progressive breath. Studying their curves he lowers his hand to hold it just above you, as if absorbing the aura of your softness through the scant fabric. Every fiber of his being longs to tear the fabric away so he can see your naked beauty, but still he pauses in near desperation awaiting the faintest whisper.Downward his hands move hovering just above your stomach, where his body aches to plant his. He slapped her again and again, a series of disorienting smacks that sent her senses reeling. "What do you say, slave? Hmm?"Anya dangerously thrust her hips and cunt towards her Master's cock so that the bulbous head snuck inside her. "I am your slave bitch, Master. This pussy is yours. Please fuck it. Please put your cock inside me, Sir. I'm begging you." Anya loved the way those submissive words seemed to stir her man's libido. It was like she'd just unlocked his darkest secret, and now that. He nods just as the doorbell rings. He opens the door and my jaw drops as a slim, black haired Mel Blaine steps in. A scarlet red dress hugs her frame tight with a v-neck that comes low enough to show a lot of cleavage and the bottom of the dress just an inch or so below her butt. Her long legs are accentuated by her 6 inch stilettos. Damn if ever there was a pimp it was her. And she was dressed for sex tonight, hell she could be dressed for a gangbang if there were more guys here. And I could.