Best to do whatever they want. Trust me, you will enjoy it by the end." Mr. Orongi's laugh was deep and wicked in Debbie's ear. His hand pushed lower,...inside her costume, dipping towards the vee of her daughter's loins. Linda's face was a picture as Ngoronge led her away to his quarters. "Debbie." She looked up. Joshua had been watching her and Mr. Orongi across the top of his glass. "Why don't you show Mr. Orongi your room?" "But I thought...I mean...isn't it going to be you and me...?" "Mr.. The parking lot is nearly full but there have been no signs of activity. That means that there are a lot of people still in there and they're not making any attempt to leave even though the bar was due to close for the night more than an hour ago. So either they're all dead or badly injured or they have been taken hostage. Were this a hostage situation, the hostage takers would have answered the phone to give their demands when the OIC called. I don't think this could be anything but our. Glancing again at Trent as the backed out, Niki ducked down, putting her head in her brother’s lap. She could hear the sounds of the morning radio drowning out the noise of the road as she opened his pants, and felt for his prick. Pulling it out of his shorts, the turgid flesh only partially filled, she swallowed the head almost eagerly, quite accustomed to her morning ‘snack’. It was soon obvious to her that he had yet to take his shower, as the tangy hint of her own juices accented the male. Oh no Tiff said that wont do..at these parties we ladies sometimes make the men wear sexy panties and other kinky stuff. Tiff offered an idea, she told my wife she can get a pill that will keep any man soft no matter how hot the action gets. My wife agreed that she would bring me if she could get one of those. Of course I never knew about any of this till the day after the party. One the night of the party we arrived at Tiff and her husband's house at about eight o clock. There where several.