Just make sure you swallow; it's rude to soil the carpet or the blanket on the bed."Then the words ceased, but his moans increased. I backed away from...the door, not to make the door rattle. Nevertheless, I had to let my hand back into my panties again. So, I knew Ashley was sucking Ray's pecker directly from the horse's mouth.I couldn't resist, but to listen and play with my pussy too. Again, I had no idea if they'd just stop and come to the door, but I didn't care. Ray was worried about. Jeff kept us moving, and about a dozen people saw my charms before he gave me my next instructions. "Masturbate for me," he said. This time I didn't even say 'What?' I reached down, and it came as no surprise to me that I was soaked. I started playing with myself, and I know that I heard a lot of honking in the background, but I didn't notice much of it. All I could think about was that I was masturbating in a car, going down the highway, with people watching me. I knew that some people really. ”“Oh ok. I thought the food was being wasted.”“Speaking of food, Ronnie the cab driver called me and said he would be waiting down stairs at eight-thirty. I asked him to get you a hot chocolate; is that ok?” “That’s fine honey. Hey what’s that track playing on the stereo?”“The group is called Fattburger… The track is called, ‘Everybody wants to rule the world.’ I have all their albums. They are really great aren’t they?”“Yes … the epitome of smooth jazz. I just wish I could get my brother away. One Night Relief was an organization designed with the sole purpose of catering to the whims and fetishes of the elite and powerful. For a price.Musicians, actors, pro athletes, ceos, anyone with plenty of cash to spend on a night of personal pleasure, was welcome here. Complete privacy and secrecy were promised. The ONR would not even vet their clients; it was not their concern what they wanted nor did. If needed, the ONR would even make sure clients were not followed to or from their.