If your friend wanted to offer me herself, she would owe me nothing. Say, we are having a party at my house tonight. The three of you are invited, it ...ould please me very much if you attended." He said while looking directly at Lana."Yes I want to go." Lana said."He does throw one hell of a party, and I know that he wants to stick his black cock in you Lana but it should be fun. See you tonight Lance."The trio entered the spacious home of Mr. Stone. Lana was introduced to Mrs. Thelma Stone. The. She stepped into the living room and, at the last second, remembered her earlier orders and got on all fours. Jen closed the door behind her and led her to the big sofa, where she slumped down and patted the space to her right. "Closer," she commanded when Helen sat down with some space between them, and again, until their bodies were touching each other. "Put your left leg over mine." Helen was by now used to getting orders, and didn’t question the command. The blonde girl picked up the remote. But she knew if he did, she would have an orgasm and that would have been terribly embarrassing.He began working on her butt cheeks. Rubbing them with oil and kneading them like bread dough. Tammy was exasperated. She needed him to push a little farther, to touch her intimately. She spread her thighs farther open to signal her need. The masseur understood. His huge fingers slipped down between her butt cheeks and found her asshole. He coated it with oil and delicately rimmed her with a. It was creeping onto 3 o’clock in the morning. She would barely get three hours of sleep before the children would wake from their sugarplum dreams to shake her and announce that Santa had been there. Those three hours would not be peaceful, either. She hadn’t slept well since February when the 101st Airborne had left Fort Campbell for Iraq. She’d been brave and not cried when Henry had left home on a cloudy, cold morning. She’d held her tears while she comforted the children as they’d waved.