The guys that I saw in her office were a mixture of ages, the youngest maybe slightly younger than me, maybe 19 and the oldest probably in his sixtie...s . All of them ogled their managers breasts and I’m sure all would like to fuck her too. I was also pretty sure that Fiona the whore would relish getting dicked by the male staff, because she was turning into a cock slut after all.The clock ticked round to 11:45am and i called her office phone, “Hi slut, your parcel will be here soon and the. She slid her panties down her legs to the floor and turned toward the photographers as they came out on stage. “If any of you boys are brave enough for a close up view, you’re welcome to follow me,” she said with a seductive voice and a wink. She climbed up a series of stairs, ladders, and catwalks that had been positioned behind Dong, finally bringing her up to a platform that swung out near his head. Some of the photographers took her up on the offer, getting a superb view of her from. She could be wearing raggedy clothes, hair a mess and no makeup and I’d want to take her. My desire to please her is everlasting.I wanted more, but I knew we shouldn’t risk it.“Should I text Claire and let her know it’s safe to come back?”“Yeah. If she’s playing cards, remind her we want some of the winnings.” Entering Paris, I knew this part of the trip would be unique. The girls knew that as well. We were all in such a cheerful mood when we got off the train. We made our way to the hotel,. Her eyes and attention completely engulfed by the madness being unleashed in front of her young impressionable mind. The girl’s soaked blonde hair stuck to the tiled wall with the back of her head slamming into it. The man grunted with each heavy forceful thrust into the girl’s body trying in vain to bring his raging prick to the hilt inside the girl’s little pussy. The girl clenched her teeth trying to deal with the absurd amount of pain being inflicted inside her as her sweet pink insides.