"Then... it must be women? Those models working there... ?" Fred queried."Yeah... that's it," Canfield mumbled. "Linda feeds me names, addresses and t...lephone numbers..." Is that all... ?" No... She makes sure the girls are... well, you know cooperative!" How does she do that?" Oh, she's got ways... and they don't balk..." ... So... you get to lay almost any one of them you want?" Just about..."In a way Fred couldn't blame Leon Canfield for what he was doing; it was just that he hadn't been. She had a disapproving look on her face, although she didn't look at Andrew.She wasn't moved by the circumstances the woman found herself in. She had avoided it and knew that others could avoid it as well. The woman, whoever she was, was where she was because she had made a decision to be there.Amber was staring off into the distance deep in thought. Occasionally she would give a weak frown and shake her head. Sometimes, it was a weak smile with a node of her head. Most of the time, though, her. I thought to myself that my session better last a hell of a lot longer than theirs did. I am so enjoying my fucking, like my mind was detached from my body as I rode Brad’s meat. Then I felt something hard and hot rubbing up and down my ass crack. I had to smile because I knew I was about to received another piece of meat. I had anal before and after the initial pain really enjoyed it but this was the first time in my entire sexual life that I had been double fucked. Brad knew what was about to. I hadn't bothered with underwear, it would only get in the way, and the soft fabric was teasing me enormously, a state that was obvious by the way my nipples caused dents in the soft see through material.I'd hastily bunched my long tresses into an untidy bun, leaving stray strands of hair hanging down over my face, and special for the occasion I'd decorated my lips with a slutty, cherry red lipstick, the same shade Stephanie was wearing. Because of my lack of underwear, my trim little bush.