Kimbrel said, "You must be the Matthews that Marcie just called me about. I'm Meg Kimbrel." Yes, Ma'am. I'm Arlene Matthews," then motioning, "and thi... is my mom, Diana, and this is Hope, Jennie, and Kayla." Then turning to Jeff, "And this handsome guy is my father, Jeff Matthews. We hope our Security people didn't frighten you, Mrs. Kimbrel."A look passed between Jeff and Diana because of the way Arlene had taken over the introductions.Meg shook hands with the others, then turned back to. You grab this slaves head and put your hands on each side of the slave’s face and begin pumping your cock in the slave’s eager mouth. Slowly at first, deep, savoring the warmth, then faster, your need taking over deep inside the slave’s soft and compliant mouth. The slave girl continues sucking. Gently, licking and sucking, holding your cock inside the slave’s mouth, letting the tongue dance around it. Your cock floods with power and get harder as the slave girl continues to pleasure you. You. Brittany pulled out her phone and began to text. Where R U? It only took a second for Tres answer to flash back: Walk 2 the bathroom. Knock 3 times! ,D Brittany couldnt believe what she was about to do. She was so private. So high class. And now she was walking toward a rest room in a Starbucks about to do who-knows-what! This cant be happening, she thought to herself. Yet with each step, she felt herself getting more excited. More tense. More wet. Approaching the rest room door, she knocked. I knew nothing would be the same after that, at least not for a while. *************************************************************My dinner with Paul Taggert went extremely well. He didn’t come off as the pig that I imagined. In fact he was quite pleasant to the point that I thought that maybe Charlie was fucking with me. I drove him to his hotel and we had a drink of the Scotch I brought along which he really seemed to enjoy. Thankfully he decided to save the cigar for later as I cannot.