Conversation stopped at the tables in the club. Patrons put down their drinks and the waiters and waitresses gathered behind the bar that ran along th... outer edge of three walls of the room. Stars glittered on the ceiling giving a trompe l'oeil effect that led a newcomer to believe the club had no roof and that it was perpetually night. The stage room, as it was commonly known, sat in the middle of the building and it contained the bar and numerous small, round tables that fit up to four. ‘Shit, Richard,’ Dan muttered. ‘You could’ve let someone else take the call.’ Richard shook his head at this. ‘Otherwise we’d have nothing to do. Hillton is strictly for high class families who at the worst have a son that drinks once in a while.’ he looked over at his partner. ‘Or a daughter that flaunts it about town and complains about being harassed.’ Dan and Richard shared a laugh at this. He of course was referring to Katherine Florentino, a woman of about Twenty three who was physically. Wo sisak padti uski sansen thodi bhari ho gai thi mujhe samajh me a gaya ki wo chudne ko taiyar haiMain ne apni ungliyan fir uski choot me sahlane laga thodi der bad main ne uski choot chatni shuru kar di wo siskariyan lene lagi main puri jeebh andar dal dal kar chod raha tha.Wo siskariyan liye ja rahi kareeb 10 minute bad wo mere sir ko pakad kar apni choot par dabane lagi or siskariyan tej tej lene lagi ahhhhhoooh ufffffffff umahmm ohhhh rakeeshh ohhh aoohh hh ohhh umamm ahh ohh ahhhhh umm. Jaq was at home getting herself prepared for our arrival. Greg was an interesting guy and we got on well from the start. We pulled onto the drive at around eleven am and approached the front door.Jaq had seen us arrive and the door opened as we approached, we were both pleased with what we saw. Jaq was wearing a nurse's uniform, black stockings, and six-inch high-heel shoes. Jaq welcomed us both with a kiss on the cheek and led us into the lounge.Greg sat a little quiet on the sofa next to Jaq.