..And what does that involve?”“Basically making sure that customers and clients are happy. Sometimes bringing in new ones, sometimes checking in o... others, it varies day to day.”“So... is that sort of like a sales position?”She pondered for a beat. The truth was a bit nuanced but she decided to shrug and nod her head in response instead of giving the long answer.“Hmm well, that makes sense. A couple of pretty gals like yourselves can probably charm the pants off of some rich executives.”Sara. She wouldn’t tell me what it was. Do you have any idea why she would want to talk to me?” Tim said it all fast like he was trying to make it sting a little less by ripping the band-aid off quickly.“Wait a minute. My Cindy wanted to talk to you?” he asked with emphasis. He was wearing a perplexed look on his face. “Hang on a sec. Tell me everything.”Tim decided not to hold back, and he told Troy about Cindy waiting for him at his locker. She was inside the small alcove, and his locker was out on. I ended up with a cock in each hand and one in my mouth while another cock was being rubbed all over my face.My hair was bunched up in at least two fists as my face was guided from one cock to another. I was sucking four different cocks and riding one and I was loving this part big time. Somebody was slapping my tits but I'm not even sure who it was. There was nothing but cocks in my face. Big, hard, cocks. I'd suck one for a minute and then my hair was pulled guiding my mouth to another one.. I paused after each sawing stroke, listening to the snoring. It stayed the same. Inch-by-inch, my blade sliced downward, making my entrance into the tent.Finished, the cloth swayed, loose.I crept through the hole and crouched just inside. Movement froze me. In the corner, a form uncurled, painted in the light from a small lantern hanging from the tent’s frame at its apex. A pale-skinned female body sat up, bushy hair spilling about narrow shoulders. A pair of triangular ears, tawny like her.