It was a strange place to have a retail business, with almost no passing trade, and you could walk past their shop without noticing it.The Korean girl..., as I came to think of them, were intelligent and sociable and seemed to value my friendship. It’s not like we had that much in common apart from not really fitting into that rather aggressive society with its low standards of efficiency and integrity.They were good at what they did and quietly proud of it. Lin was the chef, the creative half of. He was actually quite impressed. He began pumping his hips into her, driving is lubricated cock in and out of her strained ass. She grunted deeply with each thrust as he came closer and closer to exploding."Don't just take it, cunt. Fuck me back like the whore you say you are!" He told her.With a quiet cry of pain she immediately obeyed, pushing back onto his cock, impaling herself on his throbbing shaft. She pulled herself off his cock and then pushed back onto it again. Each time she moved. I had to admit I admired her; there was something about the aggressive, even ferocious, side to her nature that made me really desire her.I knelt on the bed next to her and squirted baby oil over her pert tits. I started to massage her, working the oil over her tits and then out over her chest and up her neck, over her magnificent shoulders. She felt wonderful, so lean and muscular, yet feminine with her shape and her soft, fine skin. A blonde complexion with a light all-over tan.I worked her. The mental list Natalie had made in her head the night of the party came in very handy in the next few weeks. She decided the next woman she wanted to meet was named Shirley, whom I knew well from shopping at the grocery store, but had never had in bed. Maybe I was too crude in the passes I made. Anyway, Faith had told me that Shirley was bisexual. Which was good for me, and for Natalie.Shirley, of course, had been at the party. She was married. And she was a knock-out. Classic wavy blond hair..