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It had a sprawling black gothic design that seemed to bleed down from the top down over the left eye. The distribution completed Karen picked up her tablet again as the door to the outside open and a man swaggered in. All eyes turned to him in surprise at the intrusion and Tegan felt slightly vulnerable at this latecomer strolling in off the street while she stood naked in a strange house, but there was no apparent concern. “Stan. How nice of you to join us.” “Thanks.” He dropped his bag and saluted, openly scanning the ladies in the room with a grin, openly ogling each of them in turn as he began to pull off his shirt and slip out of his jeans. Jennifer tried pointedly to ignore him and half turned away with her Blowjobs hands folded in front of her crotch, apparently irritated that he was in this space. Tegan was not concerned, she figured a whole bunch of people were going to see her nude shortly. The other ladies seemed similarly not sucking to care and Tegan wondered if they’d worked with Stan before. As he undressed Tegan couldn’t help but be impressed. He wasn’t the biggest guy she’d ever seen but his muscles were extraordinarily well defined. He reminded her somewhat of Brad Pitt in Fight Club, which had been a guilty pleasure movie for her in high school. His pants came off to reveal an impressive cock, not quite to the degree of Trevor but somewhere above Sam. He cleared his throat and she snapped out of her daze, realising she’d been staring. Karen returned her attention to her tablet. “We are expecting a dozen guests. Five couples and two single men. We assume as usual that the single men will japanese most likely want the attention of our red choker, while the couples will likely to take an interest in the black chokers. 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