There seemed to be a bumping and stumbling commotion. I got out of bed and went down the hallway. I turned the corner into the living room and saw wha... I expected to see. The front door was still sllightly ajar and the moonlight streamed in through it and the front window beside it. There on the floor, just a few feet into the room, was Dianna. She was on her back, her blouse open exposing those huge beautiful breasts of hers. Her skirt was up around her waist and her legs were up in the air,. In fact, he was standing rigidly to attention before another minute had elapsed, and she gave a grunt of approval as her blonde hair was drawn back over my stomach."Mmmm. Nice flavour, darling. You and Jen together. I do like that! Now, show me that you haven't lost your touch." Oh god! All this passion will be the death of me!" As long as you can keep going for only another seventy years, that won't really matter. Now stop moaning, put your mug somewhere safe, and get on with it!"I tried to. "It's what we call the people carrier used by Butcher's Corporate Hospitality Company to transport eye candy to trade fairs, and to corporate piss ups for clients. The cargo consists of long haired blondes, with long legs and short skirts, tits to die for, and cock sucking mouths. Sometimes the event ends up as a well-paid shag fest for the girls."I took to the job like a duck to water, ferrying around a bunch of sexy, attractive girls with their scent and laughter and giggles filling the. ” Steve obliged, lowering them to the floor and helping her step out of them. “Go ahead, you can keep them. I hear you guys like souvenirs.” He smiled and dropped them into a drawer in his desk. “Now Steve, you always say that your employees come first. It’s time for you to prove that you really mean it.” Steve stood up. He put his hands on her hips and popped her up onto his desk. He got down on his knees. She laid back and propped one leg on the credenza and put the other over his shoulder..