Come on in, Diana." A tall, stunningly beautiful American Indian woman, coal black hair in braids and wearing a traditional deerskin dress and moccas...ins entered the room. Incongruously, she was carrying a sack with a couple of bottles in it under one arm and a brown sack with Chinese characters on it under the other arm. "Princess Diana Wintermoon at your service," she said with a grin. As we watched, the dress resolved itself into a smart tan suit and the moccasins became three inch. I went down to her belly which was trembling with excitement I kissed her navel and going through the jungle of curled pubic hairs my lips reached the destination her love hole was flooding with her water I started sucking its he was going mad as her body was shivering and twisting and my room was full of her love song of mmmmmmmmhhhh pllllleassse aaaaaaahhhhhhh oooohhhhhh mmyyyy gggggoooooood suuuuuck it imp all yours eeeaat my chut dada please fuck mme mmmmmm i am dying dada aaaahhhha chodo. If he wants to, I’ll let you have sex with him. But I think you will be disappointed.”“Thank you, Marie.” We then both gazed at Ken. I remarked “Ken did fall asleep. He’s snoring again.” Marie walked to Ken on the bed. She shook him.“Kenny? Wake up!” Ken didn’t respond. His arm flopped when Marie lifted one of them. “Kenny is not asleep and he is not snoring. He’s unconscious and having difficulty breathing. He’s overdosing again. Help me get him to the bathroom.” We carried Ken to. She walked over to Samanthas desk and spun Samantha round in her chair, sliding her hand up her skirt to rub her pussy mound through her knickers. Later demanded Samantha, squeezing Keishas ample breasts. Work to do first.The afternoon passed slowly with both women pinging ideas around and sketching, deciding what worked and what didn’t. Around 3:30 a knock on the door and Charlie the security guy burst in, hope you’re decent girls, urgent package for you. Charlie in no way floated Samanthas.