A smell of blood and roses hits your nose as you walk into the room, and the conversation that was ongoing pauses. Keeping your eyes downcast as you s...tep into the presence of the most powerful man alive, you place the rather simple tea set onto the table.You feel eyes boring into your back, and although you cannot see President Snow's face through the curtain of white-blonde hair that impedes your view, you are certain that he is staring at you.After setting the tray down on the study table,. After squirting about a litre of cum into Lucy’s mouth she took me out of her and rubbed along her cheeks. I saw all the semen that had deposited onto my cock now on her cheeks. She then gave a large gulp and opened her mouth to show me her white stained tongue with no cum in her mouth. She then stood up and kissed Miss Jones again, sharing the sperm. Miss then licked her cheeks and swallowed the rest of the cum.After we had all recovered Lucy then spoke up, “So, Dan still needs to fuck. I could get used to this and obviously this bitch can afford to pay me more, a lot more, I thought. I was wearing a frilly Ralph Lauren dress of pale blue. It was the nicest dress I owned. The lights were low, the tables were candlelit and even the murmured conversations of the patrons emanated comfort and privilege. I spotted her across the room and she gave me a wave from a spangled arm. She sat at a table for two in a little niche in a stone wall towards the back. She had on a black body. . “Sorry, looks like the wind blew it open,” he grumbled as he crossed his arms and shivered. Even the hardwood was cold enough that he could feel it through his socks. “Lemme go bump up the thermostat and we can give it a few minutes.”“It’s fine,” she replied, surveying the bedroom with her amber eyes. They seemed to glow in the low light almost like those of a cat, or perhaps she was producing that glow herself. Ryan’s face reddened. He was a little embarrassed by the state of the room. There.