Running Errands For The Boss

“what a spoil sport! But five screaming orgasms will do for now” she joked. “are you staying the night?” “Not tonight sorry baby,” she said as she stood up, pulling her crumpled thong back up her silky-smooth legs. “I just came over for a booty call.” “a booty call, eh? Don’t think I’ve ever been one of those before.” I laughed “Well, you’d better get used Brunette to it stud” she quipped back as her mini skirt followed her thong up her legs. “and I will be getting that spunk in my cunt before long.” With a wink and a kiss she was gone. As I laid in bed, images of my many ladies parading naked through my head, I wondered again what had happened to anal make my life so different. I guess it was one of those rhetorical questions that I would never fully answer. But I fell asleep thinking that it was a wonderful question to have. A week later I was sat in a small room at the Ritz London. It was 11am, I was feeling fully refreshed from a night spent in possibly the most comfortable bed ever created by man. Another boring week had preceded the previous night, no more booty calls and little more than a few messages off my ladies. Rachael couldn’t make it here last night, neither could Tiff, neither one could get the time off work. Even Chantelle and Bethany were taking the bus down later this afternoon and infuriatingly, I still hadn’t heard off Jess. I had almost expected company from the moment I had learnt about the complimentary suite, but it had never materialised, even the complimentary limo to the hotel from home was spent alone. Either way, right now I was still sat in a small room. In front of me was a medium sized wooden table and on the other side of that were two men. They had introduced themselves as Michael and Steven Hardcore - no surnames – and they were about to conduct an interview on behalf of Card player magazine. “… of course, none of what we discuss in this interview will be released to the public until after the competition has finished.” Steven – the chatty one - was saying, I already knew this from the contracts I had to sign before the interview. “So, what we’d like is an informal chat about how you do what you do and how it feels being the favourite.” Normally, this oral would have been a perfectly normal and reasonable thing for a journalist from one of the most respected gambling publications in the country to ask. Except this guy was full of shit. “I can’t see any problems with that” I played along. I had spotted the lie almost as soon as they had started talking, neither one of these men had the first clue about poker and kept referring to the Royal flush I’d had in one of the previous games. A Royal flush is the best known and highest hand in the game, I had never been lucky enough to hold one… ever. What really made it obvious though is that Steven kept shifting his eyes, up and to the left twinks – accessing the part of the brain responsible for creative thinking, also used for lying. If they were going up and to the right, - the part of the brain responsible for memory – I wouldn’t have thought anymore about it, but this guy was a truly awful liar. No more Hardcore on my pussy." James got them on, but oral they were a serious threat to rip at the seams. Soon his Aunt says to Jodi...over the phone..."Oh gawd...I gonna cum.." My fingers are freezing, too.” It kind of fucking ruins the point when you go and do it behind my back anyway, doesn’t it?” In most cases if a couple wants to get pregnant and can’t, it’s the man’s sterility or low sperm count that’s the problem.” They stripped the sleeping Crabbe twinks and Goyle for their clothes and when Harry was about to turn and exit the closet Ron grinned. But no, the doctor waved for me to get onto the table. "Yes Master." Brunette Each of them had their own bedroom so that they would have privacy when needed. I moaned in pure delight. Do it already!” He roared, so much that it echoed. “Now son, I want you on your knees on the very edge of this bed,” I said. Then he pointed at Mindy and the other man before moving his fingers together until they touched. With a smug smile, anal Woner Woman opens the closet wide. She is going with her boss, Charles. Zilpha was once more out of her cage and with her wrists tied together at the end of the rope.