The sickness was fortunately very short-lived and I seemed to be feelingfine once again. I checked around the house. This was definately notsomeplac... I knew or had visited before. This was looking and feelingless and less like a dream. After determining that I was home alone, andthat it was close to the time that I normally wake up - I decided to trya novel experiment. I found a phone and call my own number.After a few rings a familiar, yet groggy voice answered the line. HolyShit! This. Heenjoyed looking at them, but he would never think about touching them.He reasoned that his mother would never tolerate her son groping herfemale employees. Maxwell was well aware that she detested scandals andwould discard him to save her team further embarrassment.Maxwell did not need the girls anyway. He was a renowned ladies man.Women threw themselves at him. Part of Maxwell knew that the only reasonthey did so was his family's wealth, but he never let that bother him.He was content to use. Charlotte letting out deeper moans as two men's fingers explored hers tight wet pussy. From one side two of Ben's fingers had slid in her meaning I had to force mine in to join them, we pushed harder and deeper, letting us sandwich her clit between the sides of our thumbs. Charlotte's body gave a tiny shuddered as a small orgasm made her pussy tighten on our fingers. Ben and I removed our fingers Charlotte lying there her wet pussy exposed, Ben moved between her thighs and began to lick and. G.(August Quartermane) and Marie were standing over the sleeping form of an eighteen girl whose fitful slumber was about to be interrupted by the two ravenous blood suckers. Marie, knowing her place, waited as A.G. surveyed the situation. She had an overwhelming desire to drink the blood of the defenseless girl, but almost as strong was her need to orally partake of the young beauty! A.G., still not saying a word, leaned over and bit deeply into her neck, instantly stunning his victim into.