She led me back to the small room where I had waited at the beginning of the evening. She helped me lay down and said rest awhile and then we'll clean...you up before we go upstairs. I wasn't really paying to much attention to her words, I just wanted to lay down and remember how good Bruno's cock had felt fucking me while I recovered some of my energy.I must have fallen asleep because I awakened when the light was turned on next to the bed. It was Gloria and she handed me a glass of something,. She was moaning softly, her whole bodywarm. Her hand caressed the curve of his shoulder, then her other handsqueezed him by the waist. His muscles were hard, and her heart welledwith admiration for his physical beauty. She allowed her hands totravel across his body, to feel the ripple of muscle and sinew. Hisbiceps were like boulders, his chest as broad as a horse's. Her fingerspulled at the hair there, and his grinding grew fiercer and faster. Shebegan to gasp with the pace of his. "Yeah, fuck my tits hard. C'mon! Fuck those titties. I love how yourcock feels sliding between my tits. You like how my tits feel wrappedaround your big cock? Fuck my tits, baby."Mike reached his hand back between my legs and slipped a finger insideme."Yeah baby, that's it, finger-fuck me while you fuck my tits."Finally Mike shifted forward until his knees straddled my chest and hiscock rose toward my hungry mouth. I reached up with both hands andbegan to stroke him."You wanna fuck my mouth. She asked for the information on who took the photos which he gave her. Lee expressed a concern about these being the only copies. Ron told her what Jordon had said the managing editor said. Lee said sort of absently that this was something she would discuss with Peter Mariano. When asked who Peter was, she somewhat hesitantly replied that he was the father of one her college sorority sisters. Lee had met the father when she stood up to his daughter's wedding and he had become sort of a mentor.