Just as she amazingly accomplished the task he withdrew out again gripping her gasping head his other hand opening Diora's ass cheeks."Kiss pony, kiss...there." He thrusts the blondes face into Diora's ass crack demanding she slurp on the friend sweaty anus. "Good pony lick her chute clean," he laughed as Diora wailed in humiliation the sensation of soft teen tongue disgusting but sensuous. Cassy had done instinctively as commanded rimming her hole with spittle and Diora's own liquid. “What’s his name?” “Jeremy Clarke, would you believe,” Edgar said in a derisive voice. “ With a name like Jeremy he sounds a bit of a wimp, don’t you think?” “Sounds a nice name to me. All right, let’s meet him, and then decide. He might not want to board with a middle-aged couple.” “I knew you’d come round, darl. I’ll let the manager know tomorrow.” “I haven’t ‘come round’ yet, Edgar, so be careful what you tell the manager. When does this Jeremy arrive?” “I’m not sure, darl. The manager will. ”“Why?”“Because his fiancée from back home decided to fly in and surprise him at work.”“Ouch.”“Yeah.”“Was there a big sexy catfight involving hair-pulling and the ripping of bodices, and more importantly is there a video of it?”“Hah! By the way, as long as it ends in steamy girl-on-girl action followed by a threesome, that’s yet another fantasy of mine. No, it’s not like she caught us necking in the file room or anything. We kept it professional at work. He panicked when she first arrived,. He eyed us up and lifted the rope, to the dismay of the guys and a few gals in line.There was a short tunnel, the pulse of dubstep growing louder and louder. And then we were through a pair of doors and were assaulted by the music. The entire factory floor was packed with people. Blacklights flooded the club; everything glowed bright blue or green or red. People were dancing, wearing glowstick bracelets that gave them an ethereal beauty in the dark club. Leah pulled me out onto the dance.