Jess ruffled my hair. Emma ran a finger along my ball sack; that made my toes curl. Liz touched the spot where the vibrator penetrated my asshole. She...rri pulled on some chest hairs.Emma was the boldest by reaching between my legs and stroking on my cock. Sherri stuck her two index fingers in my mouth and spread it wide open. I made the “Unnnnh” sound which anyone who has their mouth spread open like that is obligated to make.Hands. Hands everywhere is all I felt. Clearly, way too many at once. I right away start undoing her pants she's already taking off her shirt, and turns around and I take off her bra and I reach around sliding my hands under her bra to fully grab her amazing sagging whore tits of her with my cock already poking her in the back. we're both breathing heavy and we've gone that far already with out saying a word other than hi.no she turns back around and she gets on her knees and I'm just like fuck yes, get down there at get this cock In your mouth. she takes down my. I pulled it wide and then dragged her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to cause too much injury or bruising.We reached the bottom, I opened the third door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the light, this was it, my factory floor. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from view this was my secret, my sanctum; the source of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast a quick glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted. Yes, beautiful rather than pretty, although she wore rather too much make-up for his liking.He steeled himself as she called his name. ‘So what do you do for a living?’ Louise asked. Yes it was a clich?, but there were only a certain number of conversations you could have with your clientele, especially newcomers.‘I work for the taxman,’ he replied, and Louise felt the hairs stand up on the back of her head and a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. She knew something was wrong.