You aren’t taking this seriously. I was hoping you would treat me how you’d treat a client - not make fun of me.” I said, annoyed at her flippan... response.“Okay - you want me to treat you like a client? Let’s see it then. Prove it. That would be the first thing I would say to a client because I’d need to be sure they weren’t full of shit before wasting a second on their case.” She said, defensively.“What?! Prove it? You want me to just pull it out in your living room?” I asked,. Patrick wanted to rush to her and throw his arms around her but he had the sense not to. The beautiful Indian woman indicated with a nod of her head and the pointing with one finger in the direction of a path off the main pathway and Patrick moved to follow her. He was a few steps behind her with his eyes on her fantastic arse inside tight green trousers as Amala kept walking. She slowed slightly and looked back over her shoulder towards the youth who was a few yards behind her, "We will just. Growing a little irritated she gently kicked at him, "Are you even watching?" What? Of course!" He gently kicked back and suddenly the whole bowl of popcorn was pouring over her "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!"Before she could react he was on top of her, brush frantically over her body to push away the piles of popcorn, and instantly those dull embers between her legs flared to life and ectricity crackled over her skin."No," she said breathlessly "wait, do-OH!" Her protests are suddenly cut short by. He then predictably started to fuck her roughly in the ass. She had a blank look on her face but I could hear her moaning through her duct tape. He pulled out rather quickly, I guess this was just to break her in. He then ripped off her duct tape and she didn’t make a peep.“Now I’m going to give your pussy a little break while Kaitlyn is still getting punished. Is it Ok if I set you up like Alex and Ryann over there?”“Yes.”He handed her another butt plug and she sat down on it in Kaitlyn’s old.