They both disregarded the unwritten warning as he pushed her to her knees. Vanessa nearly reached for his pants then, and then stopped herself. ‘Wh...t?’ he asked, squirming for more. She smiled. ‘What about everyone else?’ ‘What about them?’ Her silence told him all he needed to know. ‘Wait here.’ She waited, but not patiently. Her hand reached down under her skirt to feel her shaven pussy. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Closing her eyes, Vanessa leaned back and began to slowly tease her clit. Finally, one of the local hotels would often call Jean-Francois to help with overbookings, but that was at Jean-Francois’s discretion.The last two weeks of December are always reserved for family and friends. So it would just be the girls and me this first week. Then my parents and Angela would join us the second week. Our final week here would be shared with six members of the U.S. National Ski Team.We were all standing in the living room when Heather exclaimed, “I remember this place!”“What. When they entered, however, they felt better, as they found only women everywhere. They all looked different; some wore gym clothes, others wore men’s clothes, others wore skirts ... Some were beautiful, others not so much.When the three entered and saw all these women, they managed to relax a little, especially Carla and Lindsay, who had been abused by Clovis before, they visibly relaxed.The entrance of the three drew the attention of all women, but none approached. The three stood in silence. " You can call me Derek," he says.So this is the Dr. Morgan Monique has talked about. He is a cardiologist at the hospital where Monique is an RN. She told me that he has hit on her more than once and I know I told her to see where it leads but she always said that she would never do that. Well, I guess she changed her mind."Charles," Derek says. "Hold her legs apart so I can concentrate on just fucking her."As I grab her feet I look down between Derek's legs and what I see is shocking. His.