The interview was one of the most exciting events of my life. I was never so open or vulnerable as that day!" "What happens in the interview?", asked ...ina. "I shouldn't tell you.", smiled Marge, "It would take away all the fun." There was a long moment of silence. Tina's mind was racing. Part of her told her to grab the opportunity and part of her told her to forget it. Finally she looked up at Marge. Her voice was quivering as she gave her answer, "I'd like to try it.", she said. "O.K.", said. I could see the hot squirts of girl cumshoot from her pussy over the dogs face and tongue.Jake was in heaven and so was I. My inexperienced wifewas becoming the hot little whore I wanted her to be.Jake backed away not and my wife who was breathingheavily looked at him wondering what she had donewrong. I told her that she had done nothing wrong. ThatJake was waiting to fuck her. I pointed to his stifflong red cock. She looked at it and again bit her lowerlip in what could only be anticipation. They held their embrace as the car came to a stop on their floor and the doors opened. A young couple stood in front of the open door looking at Brendas bare ass. The young woman cleared her throat in an impatient tone. Brenda released her Masters neck, turned around and said, Oh&hellip,hello. They walked out of the car passed the speechless pair. While the young couple were stepping into the elevator they could hear Brenda and Master sharing a laugh as they disappeared around the corner. . Out of the blue the younger one with the boobies adressed me in italian: "Ma perche sei melancolico? Alegria... alegria va..." she incited me to enter their mood. I smiled to her answering in frech that I don't speak italian and added "but I'm willing to learn". All laughed at this last sentence and invited me to join them. I happily agreed and moved to their table.Well, they weren't all italians. As they introduced themselves, the man named John was an englishman, oxfordian studies, working as.