She brought her mouth to my cream coated lips and kissed me. Her tongueprobed my mouth to get a taste of Carol's cum. "Ohh! now I know why youtried to...drain Carol's balls completely dry, that tastes good." Sheexclaimed when she finally pulled her lips away. Her finger was stillinside me and she started stroking me again. "I got so hot watching yougo down on Carol, that my panties are ringing wet." Her finger wasrubbing my clitoris as she asked, "How about helping me cum. I'm so hot,I'm almost. Marcia was wearing a short black skirt with a white turtle neck jumper. Liz had on a dark blue frock that had a zip right down the front; it showed quite a bit of cleavage and was just above her knees. They both had high heels on, by the way they were dressed I knew they had not come from the Parlour. “You want a drink”? I asked.“What have you got”, they replied.Now I was paid for a lot of my jobs in cash, and there was not a lot you could spend this on, without the IRD catching you. But. I then removed my jacket and undid the button at the back of my skirt, my eye catching the ornate knob on top of the bedpost, nice shape, I thought, another one to add to my vaginal insertion catalogue, I have humped over the years.I had just slid the zipper when the door knocked, interrupting my sexual thoughts about the bed-knob, and a tad angered, I opened it, holding my skirt band together, to stop it dropping to my ankles, and there stood a young black guy, offering to turn my bed down.His. In my case, back to myhotel. I started to zip up the jacket. "Leave it unzipped," Ron told me. I'd doneeverything else he told me that night, so why not. I left the zipper aboutan inch and a half from the bottom, just enough to keep the jacked closed.We went through the door at the end of the hall. We were outside and Ron washailing a cab. I suddenly realized that I was chilly. I was wearing my collarand my shoes and the Zanzibar jacket that just barely covered my ass. A cabpulled over and we.