” Connie suggested. “He’s getting a blow-job from a can-can girl. Me.”I looked to Kara, who shrugged.“It’s your call.” She said.“Pleas...e.” Connie pleaded. “Denise is turning fifty. That only happens once.”I sighed.Denise had no idea that Connie was taking part in the performance, only that her best friend was helping to set things up. The conference room that Kara had gotten was on the first floor and was an extremely larger one than the one for Connie’s party with a much larger presentation. I stripped down all the spells that had been placed on it, and started over. I wanted a good solid base on it.I had just finished my second layer of protections when Mariel came in."Paul. We need to talk," she said in that voice I was learning meant I had done something wrong."Certainly. I am at your disposal," I told her with a slightly worried smile.She laughed at me when she saw my smile."Silly. I want to talk to you about your treatment of Markus," Mariel stated firmly.I stiffened. I am. She then slides a finger in, probing her own wetness. Her fingers rapidly go to work on her clit, less for her own pleasure, but more for the show she is putting on for us both. The sight is almost too compelling to interrupt. Nonetheless, it is time for her to have another man. I mount her, missionary style, I want to look deep into her eyes as I take her. But, my cock waits outside her entrance, throbbing and pressing against her warm wetness. She is pleading for it’s entry, yet I look to you. He was grunting furiously, pounding Dana’s bottom mercilessly, giving her the fucking she wanted. With one final thrust, Robert Cranton-Smith buried his cock as far as he could and let fly.“Ah, you slut, I’m cumming,” he roared and began filling Dana’s back passage with hot spunk.“Oh God, I'm cumming,” he shouted again, retracting his manhood from her gaping orifice.He immediately sprayed the rest of his ejaculate over her peachy bum. Dana felt the thick sperm land on her skin and smiled. She.