“Thought so.” Stan said, taking the fact Tegan was no longer trying to use her phone as an invitation to sit by her. “Saw you checking me out earlier.” “So?” Tegan said defensively. “It’s not like you weren’t ogling all of us when you walked in.” “Just an observation.” He said. “I see you have the black choker.” “Another astute observation.” Tegan replied sardonically. He was obviously being suggestive, she knew there was no question he was thinking about her performing fellatio, most likely on him. “Are you going somewhere with this?” “Well…” “No.” Tegan pointedly turned away from him and resumed disentangling her headphones. “Aw, how come?” “Because I don’t want to. Besides, shouldn’t you be saving that for the show.” “Honey, I can go all night. Don’t you worry about me.” “Oh, I won’t.” She finally got her earbuds in her ear and pointedly hit the play button on her phone as pop music drowned out Stan’s retort. Defeated he walked away and started to veer towards Jennifer who shot him down with a savage glare, before heading over to Madison and Kuniko, presumably to break the ice before the show. What a shame Tegan thought. Stan had the body and looks but his personality was a huge turnoff. She felt indian bad for Madison and Kuniko and wondered if Stan’s professional side would make it tolerable to work with him. The doors opened into a large dining hall. Classical music was playing and the room was lit with soft lighting. There was a large but low dining table in the centre of the room adorned with blankets and cushions, and she assumed this was where the main performance would take place. Masks on, the main performers entered the room first, Stan with Madison on his left arm and Kuniko on his right. Behind them Jennifer and Tegan flanked Tracey before they each broke off to disperse themselves through the room. The guests were all wearing hooded cloaks with masks, and from what she could see, were all nude underneath them. She supposed the cloaks made it easier to distinguish guests versus workers. The dozen guests were standing in small clumps, apparently having been making polite conversation over glasses of sparkling wine, but they all turned to watch the performers enter, watching impassively behind their masks. Tegan noticed the men all wore full masks while the women wore half masks, presumably because they were more likely to have need of their mouths in this setting. It was hard to tell but in most cases the men seemed significantly older than their female companions and she assumed that the companions mostly fell on the ‘mistress’ side of the table. The two single men were standing on the far side of the room and Tracey made a beeline to set herself up nearby, assuming as per Karen’s housekeeping speech that they would be her most likely candidates. Jennifer headed towards the group of two couples standing together, while Tegan broke off towards the other three couples. We’ll talk indian about toys this weekend as well. A brown bikini top kept them in line and was just tight enough to where I could see the outline of her areolas and nipples. She spun around flopped her chest down onto the passenger seat and reached both her hands back and spread herself wide. She looked sideways up at me. “Do you need sorting out again?” I would love to. The women have used their claw-like nails on him, and his hairy skin is covered in such deep wounds it looks as though he’s been whipped. Then I fluttered my tongue against her clit. I could easily tell he's not the athletic type or at least not a runner. Destroy all trace of the virus.] Her body flowed. The shocks were coming faster and getting stronger, at the same time his pace had increased dramatically. But he could do nothing as the morgue was under funded and this shit hole of a city had a very high death rate. Brad huffed, cracking a smile. Will you cut it in half for me to share with you?” she asks. Copyright 2018 by tcs1963