We have a client who has an eighteen year-old son that he thinks is a virgin. He asks for my help with him. He sets a meeting up in a motel for me to ...ave sex with his son and he wants to watch. The son meets me at the door of the motel room. He is a handsome young man. Athletic in nature. Beautiful smile. I really can not believe he is a virgin. I figure he had to have several girls chasing him at school. It turns out, I am right. His son is no virgin; he knows precisely what to do. He is. Myself, Desi, Brittany, Sophie, Beca, and Donna. Can we stand to all ride in the truck for five hours?”“Um ... I’m not going down,” Beca said. We all turned to look at her.“My mom is getting home from Thailand this weekend. I really need to be here to welcome her home.”“Um ... Do you want someone to stay with you? We can figure something out,” Brittany said. “It’s not like I’m critical to the troupe.”“Yes, you are!” Desi said. “Who would flap my wings? How about Donna? I mean, I want her with. ” I said quietly. She smiled. “Sure, that’s fine with me to… come on.” She took the coke and almost downed the whole thing while looking at me with a bit of mischief in her smile. She went to her dresser got a large t-shirt and slipped it on. Then finished making up the bed. Walking to the closet she reached up and grabbed a blanket from the top shelf. As she did the tee shirt rode up her cheeks exposing the bottom of her tight little butt. God this was more sexy and a turn on than seeing her. He hadn't seen Karen take control like that before. He could only assume that the presence of her husband had given her even more spirit.Karen loosened her grip and let Victoria's hair slip out from between her fingers. The ebon strands uncoiling from her fingers like a nest of vipers retreating for shelter. Her hands immediately went to the front of Victoria's designer silk shirt, gripping it tightly and yanking it apart, the crimson stone buttons falling around their feet.Paul stood up as he.