She looked questioningly at Sarit.'I don't mind but what about my clothes?' Sarit remarked.In my eagerness I said, 'No problem you can wear mine'.'You... clothes?' Sarit giggled looking at my boobies. Everyone laughed when they saw what Sarit was staring at.'Of course Sarit can stay' auntie replied and turning to Sarit added, 'I will send your clothes over'.When we alone in my room I asked, 'Sarit lagta hai aaj tune bahut mazaa liya (I see you had a great time today)'.'God these two men are. We didn’t even move to the bed this time. Or the couch. Those already had memories and it seemed we were searching for new ones to make. Instead he had me pinned against the recently closed front door of his apartment.It was hard driving there with his hand constantly running circles along my thighs, distracting me, making me drive faster towards his place. I knew that if I didn’t, I would have probably jumped on him in the car itself. The ride up the elevator was hard enough, his body lightly. " Mmmmm, Boris and Natasha?" Sharon quipped, and returned her oral attentions to Armand's erection.Armand chuckled, and went back to hunting among the cameras. In a moment, after a couple more false starts, he got it... Boris was already at work between Leticia's splayed thighs. He'd lost no time at all; Leticia was in full submissive mode, and had herself in place, waiting, when he entered the room. Instead of crawling immediately between her thighs, though, Boris had grunted, "Play with. I listened to his overbearing sales pitch and could see Alan was getting a little hot under the collar. I suggested the salesman should leave the bed at no cost to Watsons. He turned on me and snarled "I'm talking to the manager kid not some snotty little office boy so piss off." Mr James is not the 'snotty little office' boy you imagine him to be but the owner of the store, if you had any chance of getting your bed on show in this store you've just blown it, I suggest you leave.