There was no answer but I could hear a noise down the hallway.Not one to back away, I strode down the hallway. The bedroom door was partlyajar. I was ...bout to hammer on the door when I caught a glimpse of Diane and Iwas frozen in my tracks. I stared, disbelieving. Diane was tiedspreadeagled on the bed, facedown, totally naked, her hands and feet tied toeach corner. Rope was also tied tightly around her waist, and then loopedthrough the crack of her buttocks and obviously secured in the front.. Nixon-era political comedy. Warren Beatty is a suave ladies' hairdresser, and at a formal dinner party, his girlfriend Julie Christie climbs under the table and gives him a blow job. Just like that! On screen!" I took a bread stick, snapped it dramatically in half and gave a wicked grin. "Pity these tables haven't got tableclothes!"Tony's reaction was to half-choke on his first forkeful of lettuce and olives. "Jeez!"Two plates of piping hot deep-pan pizzas soon arrived, saving further. Then he said girls were free to touch me and look at me too, and just like the boys, if they wanted to have sex with me all they had to do was ask.My pussy started wet and stayed that way the whole day, Hank. I can't tell you how often I had someones hands on my tits, pussy and ass. I couldn't walk down the hallway without my skirt being raised so everyone could see my panties. I got finger fucked everytime I went up a staircase and I let 2 girls suck my pussy, one of them right after I fucked. Looking down at her he saw her beautiful blues eyes staring right back at him from behind her glasses. Her smell once again came to him, this time with a small amount of sweat and musky smell from her dripping pussy. It was almost too much. Gently, he pulled her away from him and helped her on to a nearby table. She swept some boxes off as he set her down and helped her out of her panties. Say, weren’t those the same boxes? Who cares? She leaned back on the table, and he lowered his mouth.