Figured it was time to get out and have some fun for a change.” I honestly replied. “It’s about time girl. We so totally missed you.” Renee sa...d laughing “I.D’s please.” The bouncer said as we reached the door. We all quickly got out our I.D’s and showed them to the bouncer and one by one he nodded us on in. It looked like a rather decent place. The music was just what we all listened to. Mostly rap, you know the kind of music you dirty danced to and some country here and there. I didn’t want. She came back and set two glasses of red wine down. ‘Oh goodness.’ I said, admiring the deep color. ‘From the caterers too?’ ‘No, no. Mine.’ She took off her shoes and sat sideways next to me, curling in her legs and resting her back on the plush armrest. Her delicate hands cradled the wine glass, and the soft clink of her fingernails pierced the quiet of the room. ‘Not hungry?’ ‘Oh, no. Late lunch.’ Or she wanted to do most of the talking, I supposed. She watched me eat, sipping occasionally. “Why do you ask?” I wanted to know. “Well,” she explained, “I have this theory that, if you get hung up on a particular fantasy, it limits your ability to enjoy the endless erotic possibilities of life. Once I did a book about a prositute in Victorian London who falls in love with a rich customer (it was about the time ‘Pretty Woman’ came out and my publisher suggested the theme). Anyway, I decided that I had better do some research, and lacking a time machine or the money to travel to London,. ."She drew her head back. "Why? Don't you like it? You seemed to like it when mum did it earlier." No, no! I love it, but you saw what happened when you do it enough: I cum all over the place. You don't want that, do you?" That's only because you hadn't got your cock where it should be. If one of us had been sucking it, or – better still – you'd been fucking one of us, there wouldn't have been so much spooge flying around."She sounded totally unfazed by what she was saying, like it was a.