Adriana, Jynx, And Megan Team Up For A Messy Oral Session

“Really?” Em gasped. She listened with ill concealed glee, “A virgin, she wishes to join my establishment!”
“She wishes to see for herself,” I explained. “Where have you been?” Father asked. Em quietly entreated Madame for mercy. Time and again he pressed until he entered somewhat more than a fraction and thereupon shot his bolt. “One four five,” I shouted again, holding my loosened breeches with one hand as I did so. Girls sat round in their night dresses, “C’est Monique, Chantal, Ariadne, Violette, Francois, Annette,” she introduced Em to them, “Emily wishes to join us or should I say Estelle.”
The girls said very little, Madame beckoned one to join us, “Francoise s’il vous plait,” and we left the sitting room and retired to madame’s little dressing room. “You have no idea,” I snapped, “Concubines and streetwalkers have an awful time, abused from dusk till dawn. “What did you do that for?” I demanded.