“You’re late,” the receptionist said brusquely. “You were supposed to be here a half hour ago. Didn’t you read the contract?”She pressed a...button on her desk and two women in fancy yoga pants and white shirts hurried into the reception area. An insignia on the white shirts said, Delvittio Entertainment.“Take Miss... whoever... into the back and get her prepared” the receptionist said. “Mister Delvittio will be with her in a minute.”Now Janine was really angry. How many Miss Whoevers had Bruce. George carried on rubbing my thighs, his hand worked its way up my shorts and rubbed my pussy through my thin thong. he moved it to the side and rubbed over my cunt, he slid 2 fibgers in and j gasped, tara said everthing alright, yh fine, george pulled his hand away and reached into his pocjet i thought it was the end but it wasnt, i saw him pull out a fat vibrator, i crossed my legs tightly and prayed for nothing to happen, of course this didnt happen, his hand pulled at my shorts and thong. The vision goes off the rails when the six bridge-and-tunnel wimps stagger into Exposé just before midnight on a Tuesday. All but one girl was crowded around the wanna-bes trying to get as much cash from those assholes as they could and those idiots were doing their best to oblige. Watching them for an hour, I figure by the time the bachelor's party bungled onto the scene they had spent enough money to make retirement for several of the girls about five years closer. We're talking upwards of. ’ Doug teased, plowing right in. But he couldn’t stifle a yelp when the next wave plowed him squarely in the sensitive parts. ‘It is winter,’ she pointed out quite unhelpfully. ‘I didn’t think it ever got winter over here,’ he said, his voice quivery with the shock of cold. He jumped up and down in the water to try to acclimate his body. ‘Sure it does. Sometimes it drops down to 60.’ ‘Oh, you poor baby, ‘ he said as he lunged for her. Cassie guessed what was coming and she tried to back away..