Hands were busy around the nipples. The man had a hairy chest which Randy appreciated. Armpits were licked. Trousers were pulled down to the ankles an... underwear also. Half-erect cocks flapped against the fabric. Both men seemed excited by the other. Randy was hungry for cock. He licked the slit of the man’s cock and delighted in the salty taste of a recent piss. The man realized what Randy was doing and went for Randy’s cock slit also. Both men wished they had been near a urinal for more piss. ." I asked extremely nervously."Yes," she laughed, "but I am inviting you for the night out, not as entertainment for my Master." Oh," I exclaimed in relief."Before you agree, however, you should know that there are certain entrance requirements," she told me."What are the requirements?" I asked."They are different each week, and often for each person," she told me. "One thing in common, however, is no panties and a short skirt." Well, I can't wear panties at night anyway," I informed her. They were chanting in such low tones, Tommycouldn't understand what they were saying. He crouched low to the floorand snuck around the outside of the ring of candlelight and tried tolisten in. They were speaking in a strange language that--Jesus, Tommy thought, is that... is that blood?!***With her arms crossed, Chloe stared into the circular vanity mirrorScarlett had placed in front of her. Scarlett thought she looked alittle bemused. "Look into the mirror," she told her worker. . But I’ve a message here, you should call a man called Humphrey in New Zealand as quickly as possible.”“Thanks Jenny, I’ll get to it as soon as I can.”Then I said good-bye, hung up and headed for another telephone that I’d spotted further along the airport concourse.It was expensive but I sent a taxi to the hotel and my old office to collect all my crap. I’d asked Jean to pack my personal gear in my office away ready for me when I’d told her I was no longer her boss. According to the cab driver.