She sat next to me and started to flick her nails on the side of my penis' helmet. It hurt but made me harder. I groaned each time. I needed release...and not from the chair. Buddy took the panties out of my mouth and rubbed them up and down her dripping shaved pussy. She then placed them over my face with the crotch over my mouth. The smell and combined taste to her and Sarah were nearly too much. Buddy knew she had me right on the edge. I wanted her to mount me… suck me, or jack me off. You’d ask if I wanted to come to the hotel bar for a night cap…E: We’d leave the bar and I would gently put my hand on the curve of your arse as I open the door and guide you through, giving you an almost imperceptible squeeze, feeling the lace of your knickers through your tight skirt. Sliding my hand round your waist, we'd walk to the curb and hail a cab. Climbing into the back the tension would be so heavy it would bearing down on us; our short, sharp breaths steaming the windows…V: I’d. In case the blonde was feeling adventurous, she'd said Lena had also let the girls take over her hair and makeup. Her normally lank, shoulder-length blonde hair had been pinned up and sprayed to within an inch of it's life. It didn't look bad, but Lena was pretty sure it would break off if she touched it. Her makeup was simple, thankfully. A lightly smoky eye done in deep purples, a little blush and some pale pink lip gloss were all she had to deal with. When she looked in the mirror after her. Pleasant as the night had been, she couldn’t imagine a set of circumstances where it might be repeated. That had been true right up until about five minutes ago.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Carla asked, stepping back into the cubicle to find Jack undoing his pants.“I thought you wanted to...” he started to say, confusion on his face.“Not here!” Carla cut him off. “Did you think I was just going to drop my panties and bend over the desk?”From the reaction on his face, it was.