Buzz me in, will ya?"The buzzer rasped and Inger opened the door to the lobby, took the elevator to the seventh floor and knocked twice on 725.Barbra,...a pert brunette with shoulder length hair and wearing a Terrycloth robe, opened the door with one hand while holding a glass of white wine in the other and let Inger in."I was under the impression we were gonna do some bar hopping looking for Mr. Right," she said.Inger made herself comfortable on the leather couch Barb had picked up at a. She finally found his office with one minute to spare. Cindy clenched her fist and knocked lightly. "Who is it?" yelled a voice from the office. "It's Cindy the new girl," said Cindy. The door was yanked open and Cindy found herself staring at a greasy little Italian guy. He was probably her height, though she was taller in her heels. The man was probably about fifty with silver streaks in his hair. He had a huge beer belly and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a very hairy chest and several. She decided that it was time for something a little different than she usually did. Pinning her clit between two fingers she started to rub it gently, with her free hand she slipped one finger inside her ass. She clenched her jaw at the intrusion, while it felt odd she also felt dirty and a startlingly erotic way. She had always wondered about women who liked anal sex but the more she played with her ass the more she enjoyed it. She slipped her finger gently in and out of her ass, all the while. I was crying out and sobbing, “No more! No More!” on stroke eighty. On eighty-one I was screaming in passion. On eighty-two I passed out.When I came to, I was lying on my back at Charmont’s feet. “Was that good for you?” she asked derisively.As I tried to stagger to my feet, she said, “Don’t bother getting up. There is still that matter of relieving some tension.”Her voice became very loud and very firm as she said, “This time you are all doing this at the same time.” She made her voice even.