But I’ve never fucked her before. Why does this feel familiar? How can this be real?‘Just shut up and enjoy it!’ I grunted mentally as I ravaged...Tifa. Her cried were getting louder, and the sound of slapping flesh was reverberating around the small room. ‘I’ll explain later.’Cloud went silent again after that, thank God. I was having far too much fun to talk to anyone right now. Wanting a change of position, I maneuvered my lover around until she was bent at the waist and facing the wall, palms. None of them saw anything, so Stern could justify keeping them from the police. After all, the cops would ask silly questions the firm would not want answered, starting with “What do you do here?” and “Whose knees were you kneeling between?” Their contracts said that they modeled but since they worked naked, from their knees, with lawyer cocks in their mouths, by law they were prostitutes.This would be very embarrassing to all concerned. Also a distraction. So we avoided the questions.I asked. We followed the Interstate routes and had no trouble until we hit NYC at the beginning of rush hour. We got through, but I was glad that Alice was the one driving during this time: she was our best driver, and all of us knew it. The tunnel tolerances were tough, but the bus had been built with them in mind, so we did manage to get through without scraping paint.We pulled into DC very early in the morning, so our first job was to find a place where we could park. Luckily for us, there are a lot. She stood barely over five feet, a well-proportioned lady, with an olive complexion. She wore her curled brunette hair shoulder length with a soft waving bang drifting over the left side of her forehead. Summer months always found her in soft, translucent against the sun, button down the front cotton print dresses. As a youth growing up I had always been attracted to her, she was always pleasant, quiet and very self-assured.Her husband worked away from home, often been gone for months at a.