“„Again striptease, but this is wrong,“ thought Kadri. She asked security guard a possibility toeat her ordered food. „OK, we are going in my ...ffice. You will sit here and I bring you the ordered pasta and juice. You can’t eat here, but if you paid, then you have to eat this. In my office!“ said security guard and then turned to the waiter: „Why you were so stupid, you let her to order! Don’t you really understood, that was illegal! Maybe you didn’t notice, she had no clothes!?“ he said. Tears dwelled in Anne?s eyes as she saw them pour cinnamonoil over their fake dicks. They explained to her that she shouldn't getpleasure through a fucking, hence the oil, but they both smiled, letting Anneknow it was only an excuse to make her suffer more. They entered her holes atthe same time pounding Anne?s ass and pussy. The sheer size of their toolswould have been enough to make her suffer, but the oil made it an agonizingexperience. They fucked Anne for an hour while running their. I thought of the afternoon we ran out of gas by the golf course and Vicki was bound and determined to wait for her friend to come and rescue us with a can of gas after calling him on her cell phone. It had been a beautiful sunny afternoon and there had been a Chevron station a mere mile up the road but we had argued like two spoiled brats whether to wait for her friend or walk up to the gas station and get gas. In the time that we had spent arguing and waiting for ‘Leonard’ I could have walked. I began to finger one of her hard nipples. I pinched the nipple lightly and ran my finger around the areola. My other hand was between her legs fingering her pussy. My touching was exciting her, making her linger as she enjoyed the feelings flooding through her. At last, I was focused on playing with her breasts. She lay the soap bar in the dish and began rinsing the soap from my cock and balls, getting excited myself as I palmed her breasts, cupping them and rubbing them with my slippery.