"Take the walls out of the second floor and create one big orgy room - pillows, curtains, the works. We could get a team in here and take out everythi...g but the load bearing walls and -" I had no idea how tacky you were!" Juan said drolly. "The second floor is ours and I don't want to live in a Pier 1. You do that in your room." But I want the guys in uniforms. Blue for Housekeeping, Red for Maintenance, Yellow for Administration." Ivan put in."Can we wear miniskirts and go-go boots too?" Yann. But he agrees on his behalf as well. “Why don’t you finish that drink and let me make you feel more comfortable, hmm?” the beautiful woman with electric blue hair whispers into Diane’s ear. Diane promptly downs her glass and leans back into the sofa looking relaxed.“Are you alright here with me then, Miss Forrester?” asks the woman who has introduced herself as Chelsea, with a warm smile.Diane nods. A pair of delicate, foreign hands alight upon the buttons of her elegant garment, leaving them. Doesn’t Randy take care of you?”“He doesn’t do this,” Michelle gasped, breathing heavily. “He says he doesn’t like the taste.”I looked up at her and smiled. “I don’t know why. Your nectar tastes like sweet honey!” I dove back into her then and she came almost immediately, her legs clenching my head as her body trembled and she moaned out loud. I licked her thru her orgasm, easing up as the waves began to fade and her legs slowly relaxed.“Ok. That’s enough prep.” I heard the lead man say. I. His teeth rolling her clit gently back and forth. His hands caressing and probing. When she feels him bite down a little harder on her clit, then plunge two fingers inside her, she screams out his name, “ADAM!” Beads of sweat glisten along her body, her pussy soaked with her lubrication as he plunges his fingers in and out while his tongue and teeth slide over and around her clit. Muscles clenching, her pussy holding onto his fingers each time they are inserted, jolts of electric current.