?.Sur le chemin, Chantal proposa des gitanes ? tout le monde, ?tonnammentJulie et Sarah ne refus?rent pas et commenc?rent ? fumer. Arriv? danscette pe...tite brasserie peupl? d'ouvrier et de camionneurs, Julie et Saraheu d'un coup la folle envie de commander le plat le plus gras tandis queCyndie et Chantal command?rent deux petite salades. Julie et Sarah segoinfr?rent sans pouvoir s'arr?ter. Le gros moustachu les regardait avecun regard machiav?lique.Julie alla aux toilettes. Ces derni?res ?taient. Wiggling the panties down was awkward and the three of us had a quiet chuckle at the contortions while I tried to keep watching the two on the bed. Now that I was naked their hands roamed freely, making me twitch and giggle nervously as they brushed over me. When her hand finally slipped between my legs to caress my wet pussy I let out a little squeak of surprise. With her gentle prodding, I parted my legs, the feel of her fingers on my freshly smooth and sensitive skin making my hips twitch. I stopped and her eyes flew open in a half panicked stare, but I just reached for the bottom of her top and gently began to ease it over her head. As she saw what I was doing her eyes again got that lust filled glaze and she took over and quickly ripped her top off and flung it across the room, followed just as quickly by her bra. Finally I was gazing at the objects I had been worshiping for the past ten minutes. In the flesh they were more magnificent than I could have imagined. They were not. ‘I understand that your company is doing a series of press junkets across Europe in the run up to your software launch,’ I struggled to contain my surprise. She had done her homework. ‘Might I suggest that Mr Edwards is the victim of a random and ultimately fatal robbery in his hotel room one night?’ ‘That…that’s brilliant.’ I answered. ‘And…and none of this can be traced back to me?’ ‘Mr Waltham, I’m a professional,’ She said as she stood up. ‘If this gets traced back to you then I’m at risk.