She edged her way through the crowds emerging from the Turbine Hall and found the lift to the building’s sixth floor. A waiter greeted her at the do...r of the restaurant.“I’m joining a Ms. Calloway.” Allison looked at her watch. It was ten to six. “I’m a little early.”“This way, please,” the waiter responded and Allison followed him into the room and was shown into the dining room. The room was crowded but the waiter steered a course towards a small table beside the window looking out over the. He took adeep breath and filled his nostrils with my scent; I had not taken showerthat day so I guessed they smelled pretty nice. I moaned, "You like that, Daddy?" He grinned, I had never called him anything else but by his name, Jack,maybe me calling him Daddy turned him on, "Oh yeah, Daddy like his littleboy's hole, you're a very good boy, Son." Now he was getting serious. I felt his tongue circle around and wetting myanus with great amounts of saliva, he was having a feast down there. Thenhe. To see the anguish in these men’s eyes, to watch as their look shifts to a brief, yet brilliant flash of hope as the moment looms ever closer, to witness the final, dry, distant look as all faith is crushed. Replaced by an overwhelming realization of doom. Finally slipping softly between two large men, smiling up at one as she achieves her destination at the edge of the podium. Her timing is perfect. All eyes turn and voices erupt as the fourth and final candidate rises up behind the stage… his. Finger-fuck me! I begged in a sensual whisper. As you wish, she said, Youre the birthday girl after all. I giggled for a second, but the chuckles soon turned into a moan when I felt one of her fingers slide into my soaking wet cunt. FUCK! I yelled. Luckily, the sound was muffled by the covers I was forcing into my mouth to keep myself quiet. Satisfied by my reaction, she decided to add another, forcing yet another powerful moan past my lips. She started jerking her hand back and forth, forcing.