Anthony was working her shaft like a pro. Cassandra could feel his spit dripping down to her eager pussy. "This boy knows what he likes." She spread her legs and rested them on his shoulders. He took her into his mouth entirely, his lips brushing her sack. O... skills...he has talent. The phone rings. It's Mrs. Sanders. "Fuck! Can I just get some head??!! She pulls out of his vacuum and answers the call. "It took you long enough, Samantha!!" "Sorry for the delay. I was...engaged." A smirk on her face. "I'm sure. I hope you haven't fallen in love. Because he will be missing you." "My destination??" "Prague." "Which terminal and time?" "Alanna will be joining you. She has all the info. Play nice girls." Ugh!! Alanna??!! That bitch isn't the best. But she does have the looks. There was a situation at hand. Poor Anthony will have to wait. She rushed him out the door without explanation. Barely giving him time to dress. Alanna might be a novice, but she is aware of the danger that lay ahead. Cassandra packs accordingly. Her greatest weapon...a wardrobe fit for a queen. When in the presence of royalty, dress accordingly. She had big fish to fry. Alanna be ready to play your part...