What else could go wrong?“What?” he said in the way of a greeting.“Kyle, it’s me. I am so sorry. If I could get a faster flight out there I wo...uld be there instantly to explain things in person, and if Linda isn’t in front of you within two minutes licking the top of your shoes in apology for what she has done, I’ll kick her ass all the way to Santa Monica when I do get there.”Kyle looked up to see Linda rushing out of the meeting room and looking frantically around. She spotted Kyle at the bar. Standing there at the door, I saw her full nude image in the mirror and was transfixed. Her breasts were huge and bulky. They were just luscious. I could see her large brown areola topped with an erect nipple, thick and big as the first digit of my thumb. Her midriff was fleshy and swelled, giving her a curvaceously sexy look.Her thighs were big and fleshy but had a shape to them. They were stout and tapering down beautifully just above the knee, like that of a sumo wrestler, and then her lower. ” I took her right hand in my left and wiped her fingers through my wet pussy slit. I brought her wet finger to her mouth. She automatically opened it and tasted my pussy juices. Anger was replaced by lust in her eyes. She quickly recovered, stepped back and rested her behind on her desk. “James, I want you to fuck her,” Catherine commanded the poor sap. “Lick her pussy.” James dropped to his knees between my spread legs and roughly pushed his inexperienced tongue between my cunt lips. When he. ” “Hey,” he grunted. Tom was a man of few words most of the time. But he really got into roleplaying his characters and could be a down right chatterbox if he was playing the right character. I led Tom and Karl inside. Quatch was sitting in a recliner getting blown by Willow. His head was thrown back and his mouth wide in amazement and he had a fistful of her raven-black hair. “Holy shit,” Tom muttered. “You runnin' a brothel, Mark?” Karl gaped. “These are my sex slaves,” I said. “They do.