Gone were the over generous displays of chivalry from Wednesday, gone was the beaming smile and gone was the booming laugh. He was looking nervous again, in a black similar way to earlier. I caught his eye as he turned his head back towards the dancefloor, I furrowed my brow quickly in a silent ‘are you okay?’ He just smiled simply and carried on looking at the party dancers. He wasn’t okay at all. “So, Teddy bear…” Jess continued, having obviously not picked up on any of this. “Are you going to show two lovely ladies a good time?” Jack flashed a beaming smile, albeit a completely fake one. “of course, m’lady,” he said, almost visibly stifling a sigh. “I have booked us onto the finest VIP booth directly over-looking the tables.” He stood up and gestured up to the elevated area to the right of the bar. Below it, close to the pool table was where the four card tables had been laid out. “If you would like to place your orders at the bar and then follow me. Oh…” he added after a small pause, “all drinks are on the house tonight.” Rachael jumped up squealing and gave Jack a big hug, the quiet and shy girl I first saw on Wednesday was now a distant memory as this stunning, playful woman followed Jack to our table. It was the first time I’d gotten a real look at her since her arrival. A plaid red-chequered skirt propped up a silky looking white strapless top which showed a decent amount of cleavage. The swell of her chest, much more obvious tonight than it had been before, hinted at a c cup amateur bust which Blowjobs defied gravity. A pair of white high heeled sandals finished the ensemble to perfection. She looked stunning. I turned back to Jess, still smiling, leaning against the bar. She looked equally gangbang radiant in a tight blue velvet dress that ended well north of her knees, the V neck sinking deep between her beautiful breasts which I could clearly remember from our last encounter and the contours of the body that had writhed against me were easy to see beneath the material. Her wavy hair flowing over her shoulders like lava and her hypnotic green eyes staring playfully back into mine. “Rachael and I have had some very interesting conversations about you, stud” she said with a smile. “all good I hope” I replied with exaggerated modesty “Let me put it this way…” she said before seductively stepping towards me, “I wasn’t exaggerating when I said she was going to be excited about tonight, she almost broke a nail fingering herself when I told her about us and the fucking you gave me” Im not one to get embarrassed, but she giggled when I started blushing. “I just hope you show her as good a time tonight as you showed me on Wednesday. Now, No more flirting, you’re all hers tonight.” I gave her my best courtly bow and – when our drinks had been served – followed her swaying ass to our table. Rachael and Jack were in deep conversation as we approached, his booming laugh still easily audible over the loud music. Jack was looking more relaxed and as we approached and even manged to flash us a smile which almost looked genuine. Speedos have the effect of getting me aroused. It felt good but she eventually started to tug on my boxers, trying to pull them down, so I helped her get them off. “Yes, Roy. Steve Davies I was mostly just glad they hadn’t arranged to meet gangbang at Otto’s bar. COME TO DRESSING ROOM. Kimmie was cheeky and casual when she answered, “The Chloe and Olivia story.” Then I got them to float on their backs. Was Ryan right? He felt like a one-man army. Hey, party Dr. Ronda is here, did you say you had a question for her?” She’d been in a dark mood for the amateur past five days, but it looked to be brightening now that we were free of Arbortus’s black shadow. "Mr Hudson, I am glad that you take the night shifts these past few days.You are a person I trust.In addition you can get the job done." “You like what you see?” He chuckled while clearly showing off to her this equine member with arms crossed over his chest to strike a dashing pose for her. Her fingernails scratched at my Blowjobs back. Why am I thinking about Tina? Her chest would rise and fall with her every quickening breath as his hands slide down her sides, and in her passionate haze she wouldn’t be able to tell if those fingers were squeezing down on her—or if she was pressing up desperately into them.