50pm, leaving him with just over an hour-and-a-half to kill."Will you get me a taxi please, Scrubbings?" He barely turns to address his request to the...porter."Certainly Sir Henry. Where will we be travelling to?" The Wallace Collection."Ten minutes later Sir Henry Northrop alights in front of the museum and art gallery on Manchester Square. He has visited it often to admire its fine collections of French porcelain and its fabled display of armour and weapons. But today he has decided he will. ” “Sure you’re not tempted to join me Misty?”“Living in this place sounds wonderful but I don’t think I could go on the game. You don’t know of any more normal jobs. I am good at event management.”At this point one of the senior marketing men practically dragged them back to the coach house. Misty was not amused and thought again that she really hated working for this bunch of arseholes. The sight that met her was all the women were naked or nearly so dancing or fucking. Angie was drawn into. Mom spoke."Are you remembering, Maria, or just fantasizing?"I understood the words but had no idea what she meant. She saw that, and rephrased."Are you still a virgin, Maria?"I nodded, saying nothing."Just how far have you gone?" she followed up.Well, there was no sense in playing games. I was caught en flagrante so to speak. I pulled the cucumber from my mouth and slid it back in, twice. Then she pointed down between my legs."Do you still have your hymen?"I pulled the cucumber from my mouth. Quickly but thoroughly it followings the fleshy nub up and down, then flicks over the most sensitive spot whilst I suck it into my mouth, still licking it with the end of my tongue. As my slippery finger expertly motions against the engorged ridged spot inside you your body writhes with pleasure. I continue rubbing on your g-spot and sucking your lit until your moans get more audible and you suddenly pull my face closer to you as your legs close and your body begins to shake as you get even.