There were about 50 women in the room and their ages were anywhere from 18 to 60, and maybe higher considering some of the facelifts and boob jobs I s...otted. One thing they all had in common, they were dressed for success. Not an off the hanger item in the room, everything was designer or one of a kind. Cocktail dresses mixed with jeans and some evening gowns.“I think we are slightly underdressed,” said Kelly in my ear.We wore simple summer dresses and low heels, comfortable to walk in. “Yeah,. "Oh, my God. Don't stop. Just what I needed, you're finger feels so good inside my pussy," she said."Lean forward," he said."Lean forward? Why? What you're doing now, fingering my pussy, is good. Besides, I can't lean forward. I have the sink in front me." Take a step back and rest your elbows on the sink," he said while in a squatting position behind her. "I want you to stick your round, firm ass in my face." Why?" Just do it. I just wanna see something." What? What do you want to see?" C'mon. Since I was kneeling, my hindquarters were most conveniently postured for such treatment. I squirmed – not, however, for one moment desisting from my task. But wereas the squirming of my Mistress was of pleasure, my squirming, naturally, was of pain. As she wished.All the same, I must make it clear, that the pain was not excessive severity. If I had been received the birch as a punishment, it would have not only been heavier but laid on hearder. In these entertainments for the Princess, a. Even then she could feel a cock growing between her legs and her larger breasts heaving on her chest. a large indian man, early 30's, looked like full blood native american, came in. he was wearing only a wife beater and a pair of jeans. he had long, thick hair going down his back and big brown eyes. his six pack abs heaved with each breath and his huge arms swayed slowly as he walked. he walked like the pimp that she was taken care of, a large man by the name of tyree. he wasnt her pimp, no,.