After a little over half an hour of tantalizing, "Oh god, I need to fuck her," thoughts, we finally made it into the basement.From the basement, she h...oked her iPhone up to speakers, using them to play music to distract from whatever was about to go on. I made myself comfortable as she did so. From there, she sat back down on the futon where I was and pulled me on top of her. It was an all-out war from that point on. Our tongues met, we bit lips. We made our rounds kissing everywhere that we. "You are no longer their slaves. The twenty four hours are over," Nisha pointed out."We have a big heart. We extend the period by another twenty four hours," Lila giggled,"Not only a big heart, but also a big mouth," Faiza said belligerently, "We want to get fucked by these lovely cocks too." Girls, no fighting, let the men decide," Rosie suggested, "Ramu. What do you say?" The bet was for twenty four hours," Ramu clarified diplomatically."Aap dono bahut kharab hain. Pahele tau humaari choot. How about we forget all about that meeting. Don't bother old Gary, huh? We could all go for a quick spin. I'm driving the folks' wagon. Lots of room. I mean, it'll take 10 passengers and there's only the six of us." The boy in the yellow shirt, named Pete laughed suggestively. "How about it?" We might just do that a little later." Wanda brought more beer which they guzzled appreciatively and then excused herself when they were almost to the point of jerking out their cocks and jacking off. All. ?Harry, it?s time to go.? ?Yes, Ma?am.? I stood up, slid mywork into a grey manila folder and put it in my desk drawer. I locked it, gavethe key to my Mistress, and then followed along behind John as we left theoffice suite. The deep blue Mercedes that MissSamantha drove was parked in one of the visitor?s lots of the underground carpark. There was a space for the CEO, but Master was never allowed to drive towork on his own, Miss Samantha always drove us to and fro, even though we bothhad.