It happened again, she took in a deep breath and moaned in pleasure. She mumbled "your turn" and had me lie down the way she had. She kissed me on the...lips and on my neck. She licked my shoulder and dragged her wet tongue down my chest and straight to my erection. she was nervous, she didn't know what to do with it, but it was okay, It was all hers. She could do whatever she wanted. She licked it, from the base to the head, making me shiver. She put the head in her mouth and sucked on it. ‘That’s right,’ the receptionist said. Jardin and Wanda glared at Debbie again and stalked ahead into the room, leaving her trailing behind on her own. The room was spacious but dominated by a large white sofa which faced a desk on which was a huge TV screen. At first the three models thought they were alone in the room before they heard the sound of heels approaching from a large alcove. They turned to see the woman who had invited them all here, Charlene Nicholson. ‘Good morning ladies,’ she. His hands cupped the firm cheeks of her ass, kneading her pliant assmeat. He felt her small tits mash against his chest, her nipples like hot pokers searing his skin. "I'll take care of you, baby," he groaned. "Oooh, Daddy," she sighed. She showered him with kisses, then dropped her hand down to his limp prick. A hot shiver raced up her arm. "Will you fuck me, Daddy? I wanna be fucked so bad." Douglas' head was spinning. He fondled her young writhing body, his mouth hungry, working frantically. Despite the fact that she was blind folded, she could tell that at least four men maybe more were approaching her. She did her best to act as if she were asleep, but one the men began saying, “Do you suppose she is sick.” Another man said, “Maybe you should use your anal thermometer on her.” No one had used one of those on her since she was little and she didn’t want this man to do so either.She began to struggle in her bounds. The same man who had spoken said, “Oh, goody she awake.” A third.