“nananaNa!” She pulled harder. Seriously he’d have had to fight to get out of it. He sang along a bit, until mercifully the song ended. Okay wel...l he was grinning, and so was Mo even. “So guys, you’re not drinking very much.” Her face was awfully close. Like if he turned his head her way he might find he was making out with her.“Well I don’t drink a lot,” he explained. He’d had a Coors Lite with the meal already.“Muslims don’t drink,” said Mo. He’d said so at the restaurant and again here.“Some. I hope she didn’t bug you too much.”“No, she was fine. There isn’t much I can do at the moment. So let’s get started. This is, of course, the reception area.”Which it obviously was, with a couple of couches and a desk near the door leading into the rest of the suite.“You’re going to have a secretary?”“More like part secretary and part office manager. Angela pointed out it was a good idea to have a gate keeper, especially considering the, umm, sensitive nature of what we are going to be working. Nikki grabbed my hand and yanked me into her bedroom."Get on your knees, you cunt, and suck my cock," she said.My entire body trembled as I hit my knees. I grabbed the base of the cock to steady it and opened wide. The moment my lips touched her flesh, Nikki threw back her head. Her long hair disappeared over her shoulders."Ooooh fuck," she said. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this."Nikki moaned as I pushed my head down her rod. I hadn't sucked many cocks, but I knew enough to. Gracefully sliding down to her knees she reachedforward and her slim hands, with their long, red enameled nails slid ontothe smooth, sensuous, slinky black, silk-satin of the woman's slip. Hercaressing hands slid up from the woman's belly, up towards the curvingslopes of her firm, tip-tilted breasts and the smooth richness of thefabric, the tactile feel sent shivers through her slender, silk dressedbody. They gazed at each other, adoration in their dark, deep eyes, heatand desire flashing in.