We arrived at my co-worker’s home just at dusk. We were met at the door by someone dressed in an Arabian costume with a Lone Ranger type face mask. ...He welcomed us and I immediately recognized my co-worker’s voice. My wife and I did not respond. We did not want to give away who we were. Once inside we separated.I was soon besieged by people wanting to know, who was Darth Vader. I would not speak only making a shessssing sound. No matter how hard they tried, I would not speak. Two people went. My mind, in as much as it could concentrate on anything other than the dancer, reached the inevitable conclusion. The dance ended almost as suddenly as it had begun, and Chloe span away, off down the carpetted balcony, skipping between the out-stretched hands of other patrons, ignoring all offers. She descended the staircase quickly, and vanished into the throng on the floor of the club. ‘Come with me,’ hissed Jessica. Two minutes later, we were in a stall in the gents, Jessica leaning against. Also went to the radio station one night and took pictures like we were performing. I didn't get any sex on that trip, but we made up for it when we got back to Houston. I only saw my Uncle one more time before he died, when he visited Houston a few years later. He saw both of the girls then on that visit.One day when we were in bed upstairs in the furniture store, I told her I wanted to cum on her pussy, she said it was ok, but don't get any inside. It wouldn't matter anyway for she had not. I was on the fourth squirt when I heard the bell on the shop door go but I couldn’t stop now, even if I wanted to. The fifth, sixth, seventh and final squirt of jizz were all contained in Talia’s mouth as she massaged my balls, squeezing every last drop from my shaft. “Hello.” It was a girl’s voice from the front of the shop. There was no way Talia could reply, she still had a mouthful of cock not to mention a huge quantity of spunk I really didn’t want to say a word, the voice I had heard was.