The call that first Cap D'Agde night was taken in Paul's office, so we could all talk to her on speaker phone. The girls hadn't introduced themselves ...yet, before she started talking. Clearly, she was under the influence of alcohol."George, I'm going to kill you."An impressively large percentage of our conversations contain this line somewhere, most frequently as her opening line. Seeing as I'm still not taking a dirt nap yet, I'll assume my sister is just venting and really doesn't mean. These were the second group of "escorts" hired in New York City for us by the UN headquarters. They were all exceptionally good-looking, but there are a lot of hookers in New York City and the UN headquarters probably only hires the best. Besides, it turned out that they had all had 'makeovers', courtesy of Freighter #2's medtubes. Or maybe it was LTI's medtubes. I knew that LTI had an office in New York City, and they were working on opening one in other cities, too.The first group had been a. ”Bill needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself on the other side of the bed so his head was resting on the opposite side of Salina next to John's cock. John had a nice view of Bill's cock near his head.John was still a bit flaccid so Bill began by running his fingers around the sensitive edge of John's penis head. As John's cock began to stiffen, Bill stroked it with his hand and used his tongue to lap the underside of John's fat cock head.Salina began kissing John and rubbing his. Iwatched her as she sat at the dresser, putting on her make up. We had decidedthat she would wear the lacy broidery Anglaise underwear I had bought her in Vienna and the tan silkstockings from Rome.?Teirie was not one of these stick thin women, but a mature well shapedwoman, not fat, but nicely formed. She certainly filled a bra well. She slippedon the sheer white blouse and black pleated calf length skirt, then steppedinto the simple plain black court shoes?DoI look alright?? she asked. ?Very.