After about 30 minutes of silence, someone comes knocking at the front door. Come in my Mistress says. I look at her like are you k**ding. I’m stand...ng here embarrassed enough. Now she is inviting a total stranger in here and they will see me in my predicament. My shame level has just been ratcheted up a few degrees.I look as the door opens. In walks the store clerk from the adult shop I spoke of.. She is pulling behind her an overnight bag. Something similar to what I use as a carry on when I. She tried to resist but it was too late she just wanted me to fill all the holes in her body. I tried to enter but multiple attempts were in vain. I than took a bit of hand wash and applied on her hole. She started to feel the sensation and started playing with one of her boobs cursing me saying please fuck me whatever way you want but please put that dick in.I again started to stroke it was still not going inside and I took the cream again and inserted one of my finger into her hole. She cried. He's chuckling. "Damn dude...I cannot believe how out she is! Haha!" He looks at her face and continues stroking her legs and playing with her feet. Jack continues playing and says nothing. He tickles the bottom of her feet and says,"Melissaaaaaa!" she doesn't stir. Adam bends her legs slightly and her feet rest now in his lap. He makes small motions. Jack ignores this and keeps playing. "Damn she is out dude..." he says softlyHe keeps rubbing her feet on the bulge in his pants, and Jack gulps. ‘Now that,’ Alice chuckled, pointing at the flotilla of giant Marquees off to their right that were already buzzing with people and sound. ‘Is impressive.’ Kirsten nodded. The scene below them was breathtaking, and so was her expectancy of what lay in store tonight. Carmella had created a wonderfully decadent picture during their discussions and her anticipation of another session with Tony Daly—or maybe Pierre Laroche?—had been growing in her mind all evening. She looked hot and she felt hot..