A bald-headed, bespectacled man, the clerk licked his lips at her approach. “Pardon me,” Lorelei leaned her heaving breasts over the counter. Her ...oneyed voice immediately called to mind lazy Carolina afternoons sipping mint juleps on the verandah. “I believe you have a Mr. Beauregard Caulfield under the roof of this fine hotel. Would you be so kind as to tell him he has a visitor?” The clerk was about to respond behind her someone shouted, “Lorelei!” She turned to find Beauregard, as lanky and. Like Fran, their surgical green knickers now sported large damp spots. Jackie’s were plastered to her pussy in the most amazing clingy camel-toe.“Okay everyone, back to work. Abi are you still happy?” I took charge again.“Fuck yes, never been better.” Abi was grinning from ear to ear. “I could do with a little more of ol’ Jack though,” she giggled.Fran moved back to Abi’s head and offered the red cup.Once Abi had finished drinking, I asked the nurses to roll her over. “Abi, for this part of the. She cannot believe how alive she feels, how she tingles right across her skin at the feelings that her actions have stirred up in her. She could not believe what she had just done, and she slipped one well-oiled hand into her blouse to massage slowly her right breast. It felt so good the feel of the oil on her erogenous and engorged nipples, made their sensitivity so much more heightened. Forcing herself back to the job in hand she collected the dinner and took it through. Sara is sitting. She was on a pretty potent pain killer. She hadn't opened her eyes yet and hadn't really moved either so she still appeared to be asleep. She tried to remember what had happened to her, but everything was a blur. When the cobwebs from sleep and heavy duty pain meds started to lift a bit, she remembered that she had been a slave for a day yesterday.Thinking back a bit she now remembered that she was a party treat at a celebratory orgy after she helped the bosses land the new account she was.