Three down, two to go...I hope. Marille showed up on time, ready to go, tits bulging out of this little T-shirt and horny, too. She couldn't wait to start sucking the cock we gave her, and I wasn't about to stop her. Why? Because the girl we had planned for tomorrow, a Czech newcomer named Ilena, or Elena, or something like that, just called and told me all kinds of things I didn't want to hear. Actually, she told them to our interpreter. Things like, "Does the man have to cum on my breasts?��? and "Do I really have to suck his cock?��? and "What if my parents see it?��? The kinds of questions that send up a giant red flag, one that says, "Even if this chick shows up, which she probably won't, things aren't going to go well.��? So, while Marille was bouncing up and down on this guy's cock, tits flailing all over the place, making me want to shoot a load right in my pants, I had an idea. "Marille," I said, after the guy came on her tits. "How do you feel about orgies?"