On the Saturday, all appeared to be well, we were there, of course, with the VIPs, as a thank you for all the work, and things appeared to be progress...ing well. Guests were mingling,, drinking, and chatting.Then we hit the first snag. With about twenty minutes before starting the show, the phone rang, and Annette appeared in tears. "Sarah, one of the fashion models had been involved in a minor car accident, she was not hurt, but her car was, and she could not get here on time." "No problem," we. The moment she came close to me, her body smelled like sweet hot chocolate. I was about to lose my senses.The beautician lady started threading. I could feel her boobs pressing against my shoulder often. They were so soft and despite being a girl, I was still feeling amazing.I was slowly getting turned on by the soft touches and I wanted more. So I started moving my shoulder up and down. I felt something hard touching my shoulder. I understood it was the beautician’s nipples getting hard.I saw. I loved the way the water moved from her hardened nipples.I wanted to drink it. I wanted it to pour in my mouth. I bent down to let the water flow in my mouth and I then found myself fondling her beautifully formed breasts. She began to beg for my mouth; to suckle her nipples. It was exciting to have these wonderfully hardened nips salivating my mouth.Francine was moaning and asked that I finger her in every hole. Her cunt was juicy and pink, a flawless piece of art; a flower petal. My fingers. She glared right at me, while leaning towards me. I got a close view of her pretty face, brown hair and eyes as it was completely clear. She halted six inches away from my face with her teeth grinding and her eyebrows on the rise. "Were you fucking masturbating?" she inquired through her teeth. After being frozen for a few seconds, I nodded. 'Shit, I'm about to lose her.' Her right hand dropped to my cock and she stroked it for a few seconds. "Why is your member limp, your girlfriend is rubbing.