I’d only been at my desk for five minutes when Kimmy buzzed me and put through a call from Melanie.“The invoice is valid,” she laughed. “But y...u have to pay ME!”“Go ask Pete,” I chuckled.“He said, and I’m quoting now, ‘No professional courtesy. Have him pay the invoice.’.”“Did you tell him what the invoice actually SAID?” I chuckled.“Of course not!”“Then I suggest you show it to him and see what he thinks.”“You’re just no fun anymore!”“Something Penny tells me pretty much every single. “Only the head mind…” Ms Jones reminded him. “Ms West’s arse must only take the head of your cock. Nothing else must move.”Simon stood to attention. The thick rim of his cock was inside Ms West. Ms Jones looked down. What a fantastic sight, she thought to herself. Now to test him.Ms Jones licked her fingers, then slipped them around Simon’s fat prick.He loved it. But this was torture.then Ms Jones slipped two fingers into the well lubed cunt of Ms West. Again Ms West groaned. After all it was. They both nodded, and I went to the cooler and got one for each of them. I had had enough beer, but got myself a Coke. I came back with the bottles, and with my shirt prominently flying open, and sat down."Are we going to play another game?" Jeff asked."What if I say I've had enough now?" I asked, glancing down. "I'm not sure what I'd offer if we played again!" I'd say you can't button your shirt buttons until you win a game," Rick grinned."Or make some other agreement," Jeff nodded."You mean. I went to this place called romantix. It was a porn and toy shop that had gloryhoes and viewing rooms the viewing rooms had 1 or 2 couches, a chair, a tiny table, a trash can papertowels and 72in flat screens that had dvd player that you could control. The room came for 2hrs and cost $10 I bought several and gv them $30 for 6hrs. There was a stairwell in the entrance of the small maze of gh booths, at the end in the farthest corner was another set. They both went upstairs to the viewing rooms..