The receptionist handed her a key and they both looked sternly at me."I hope he has behaved himself. You be sure to let me know if he so much as speak...s out of turn." I then watched the bulbous backside of the ginger woman strut through the second set of doors, my cock stiff with excitement in its tiny trap. The receptionist smiled wickedly at me; she was enthralled to have control over me as I sat in silence. Another 10 minutes passed and then the elegant Miranda appeared at the second doors.. He was shouting to move back to the room. He saw me and gave a signal. He wants to check that there was no one around and then came with me in the corner. I had properly applied oil on my back and shaven my pussy hairs. He started kissing me like a wild man. I was wearing salwar suit and removed it. Now I was just in my panty and bra.He removed his pant and took out his tool. Before I could catch his tool, he turned me back and made me bend. His said wow, after looking at my ass cheeks and said. " Man, fuck you. Why do ya gotta get so personal?" Because we're talking about personal shit here! And you can't tell me what to do, because we're not in your territory here. You don't know shit about love or loss or anything because you've never even loved. And I'm sick of your shit and you ragging on Jen all the time, like it's supposed to make me feel better if you call my ex-girlfriend a slut or something. So why don't you go out and get some knowledge about the world and a real fucking. Already a sexually and erotically inflamed wildfire was sweeping thru the flushed sweaty dancing highly aroused crowd as various dancers took turns dancing with Natasha and Amelia or brushed up against Juliet. Skylar briefly rationalized to herself that she has never before been affected by the Ganja and the E drinks like this before, having built up some tolerance over the years, nor affected with dancing with another woman to the extent like this one. An overwhelming deep desire swept thru.