She puffed out her lips. He was butter and before he knew it they were already in the thick of people dancing. She kept grinding her ass right up agai...nst his cock and kept flashing little smiles. Still not fully comfortable with all of this, Marshall kept looking over at his friend who was still watching them every so often, but more so sipping his scotch. Bev grabbed his head and whispered in his ear, “Wanna know somethin’ dirty?” “What’s that?” She giggled a little, “No panties,” she. “How are things going?” I asked after we had ordered.“I’m sure you’ve read my monthly reports.”“I have, but numbers don’t tell the whole story. I want to know how you feel.”“If you don’t know that by now, you never will!” she replied impishly.“Business first!” I insisted.Tara fake pouted then smiled.“I think things are going pretty well. I’ve made the right contacts and you know I have a couple of prospective state senators and a prospective Pittsburgh city council member signed. I’m not sure. It was like nothing he’d ever experience before – primal and needy. When their lips parted, she gasped and pushed him back slightly. A translucent drop of pre-cum had welled up from his swollen purple tip as she squeezed him, and she leaned down to scoop it up with her tongue in a sudden movement. Kevin shuddered and grunted as her hot tongue brushed the head of his cock. His left hand found its way to the back of her head. Felicia moaned, her tongue darting out to flick under the rim of his. "Grace Hardy," she said coolly and shook Emma's hand."I recognise that name," Emma muttered thoughtfully."Yes, I own and run the nightclub next door. You wrote and objected to the license being extended," Mum told her coldly and Emma shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "And organised that petition to the Council." Emma looked at Grace a little warily but Mum didn't notice or didn't care, and stared at her daughter. "Now Rhea, tell me what's been going on? You better not have been fighting in.