As I unbuttoned her shirt, herbeautiful tits were pushing to be released from her bra. As Ireached behind her, unhooking her bra her breasts sprang fo...rth, herpink nipples standing at attention, hard as a rock. I leaned down,taking the erect bud of her breast into my mouth. She moaned as mytongue circled around her hard, erect nipple. Squeezing with mylips, she groaned, pressing her breast into my face. ‘The other sideis getting jealous’ she said, laughing as my mouth raced to her. She spread her hands over her skirt to make sure it was in order. In any other situation, I would have laughed with the irony that she wanted to appear all prim and proper after she had just spent a half-hour farting in a younger boy’s face.When no one moved for several seconds, I felt relief that it was finally over. Four girls were still sitting on my body but they were starting to lift off of me. Olivia said, “Well, I guess we’re done here. We’ve done our nasty business. I feel a fucking. They are clearly aware of the camera.We recognise the bra-less woman by the line of dog-paw tattoos running up her legs, and by the huge DOGWHORE tattoo across her chest – it’s our regular hostess, Charley Ozvik. She sweeps her long, straight jet black hair away from her face and smiles, gasping, “Make them hurt...” as her lover squeezes on her big fake bolt-on tits and bites on her hard nipples.The lover has auburn hair, as long as Charley’s, is slighter – but equally toned and tanned. Her. I used it to frownthe second I got off the elevator. An elderly man, looking likean overweight Cesar Romero stood in a doorman's uniform in thelobby. He smiled at me as I approached."Good morning, Miss Dixon. Did you sleep well?" Where is Mr. Logan?" I demanded, trying to get my new pussycatvoice to mimic a growl. Then I stopped. "What did you call me?" Why, your name, Miss Dixon," he explained. He was trying to keepa straight face, but I could tell he was well aware that I was anewly-minted.