"Take them down to the green room and have housekeeping get them ready for tonight," he ordered.The girls moved away in a nervous huddle. As they did ...the calm girl turned her head and stared at Edgar with unfathomable brown eyes.Spooky, he thought with a shiver. The men could have her.The guests started arriving a few hours later. These were the men that had run the world before the crisis--Russian oligarchs, Indian steel magnates, African dictators, Banking CEO's, Texan oil barons, high. Me too." I said softly. Then it came to me that Judy hadn't been here `alone' with her for a bit and I understood what she'd really meant. She hadn't had her girlfriend to pay her that `special' attention to her.One of the girls started crying to let us know that it was time for dinner, and I let go of Rachel to do that while I made us some dinner as well. Needless to say though, with my dirty mind swirling with thoughts of Rachel with Judy, I took my wife back to bed early that night yet. I remember the anticipation of feeling her touch my penis was almost hotter than when I actually felt her warm mouth inhale my unit, her warm tongue dancing around the underside as she slid up and down on it. Oooh shhhhhhit. Ho, ho damn! I moaned as I stared at her head bopping. I tried to maneuver to actually see those lips on me when I heard a honk. The light was green. You know I had heard of road head, but had never received it before. What a trip it was! I had to keep telling myself to not. ” And then whatever might have been left of anything I had eaten earlier in the day decided to make a return appearance.She gasped at the sound of the vomiting and hurried into the bathroom. “Oh, my God, are you okay?”“Migraine.” My voice slurred as I uttered the word.“Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need anything?”I made a waving motion toward the row of prescription bottles on the vanity. “Imitrex. Then bed. I’ll be okay once I sleep.”Lisa rifled through the bottles until she.