"It's nothing... nothing's wrong. We just have to talk." About what?" Couldn't this wait 'til... say... breakfast?" I'm really confused right now." Ab...ut what?" You. Me. Susan. I want to know where I fit in." Susan? Susan who?"Jennifer looked ready to cry."Susan from last night Susan. The coach's daughter. Are you in love with her?" What? God no! We just... we just talked during the game, and I felt sorry for her that she got left there. Jennifer," I said, taking her face in my hands. "There is. Lying there, fighting hard not to fall asleep, she heard the faint tap on the bedroom door. The first client had arrived and Bridget's mind began to buzz. Was it a fat, sweaty man? Would he be rough with her? Would he want her to perform some strange contortionist act? She knew they were high-end clients but even the worst sadistic men could be described as the quiet boy next-door type.The door opened and there stood her first client. Standing no more than five foot four tall, wearing a grey. Now both take off your skirts and knickers and bend over my desk.' Moments later 2 magnificent arses were on display, with two enticing quims peeping out between. 'Right, you first Carol. I'm going to give you 6 hard ones on each cheek. Are you ready?' 'Yes, Mr Webley, but not too hard please.' Her ample breasts were pressed hard against the desk and my prick was pressing hard against my trousers. I proceeded to give 3 good solid spanks to each cheek and then softly stroked each buttock.. "Omigod, she's turned on! Look at her fucking go!"Lori bucked, screamed, threw herself into the wall for support. She was way beyond any point where she might have retained some control, to come back down a little, to not flay her hyper-stimulated nerves to the breaking point. Her imagination was inside Minx's panties; inside her own panties; inside Peter's tongue as he ate her gushing pussy. She screamed again, hammering the wall. Her body flowed a river of hot cum all over Peter's face.Minx.