Darren had oftenmasturbated visualizing both of them (as did Joyce). As Marion'sinsistence both her and Joyce donned mini skirts with stockings andga...ter belts, five inch heels and tight transparent blouses which easilydisplayed their over strained bras. Renee was dressed similarly with ahot pink skirt, white hose and a baby blue blouse that emphasized hervoluminous rack.Soon they we all drinking and Marion even laid out some cocaine linesthat were enjoyed by all which added to better. Four or five of the girls were dancing topless or totally nude around the room. You could see them grinding their tits and asses against the guys seated in front of them. Three or four other chicks were on there knees sucking cock. One guy had his hand on the back of a girl’s head as she sucked him. He forced her down on his cock until she looked like she was choking and held her there as he came in her mouth. I was taking all of this in as we made our way to the bar in the back of the room. I. “Are you serious about this? I don’t want to be wasting my time!” I had no idea what to do or say…but I nodded my agreement. It was as though someone else was in control of my body now, making me respond. “Wait here!” he said, pointing his finger in my face. He was in the bookstore for about 20 minutes, and finally returned with a fairly large bag, which he tossed in the back seat. He said we were going back to his place, and started the car. Again, he put his arm around me and growled, “Get on. "Ah, Captain Anson! I see that you've had luck again?" Yes, Sir John. A brigantine laden with ale and grains, and a schooner with dockyard supplies." Splendid, my dear Captain. Would you care for a tea or coffee whilst I give my attention to your reports?" A tea would be welcome, Sir John."Brent nodded towards his steward who disappeared immediately. A few minutes later, Anson was sipping a hot tea with fresh milk and sugar. As always, Brent read carefully, his half glasses perched on the tip.