The man's prick had become so long by this time that he seemed to be staring at the girls over the swollen knob. He started to fold his fist around hi... prick, intending to stroke it, but the rock hard cockrod bucked like a broncho, throwing his hand off. Steam rose up from his cockmeat. Carson gave up the idea of frigging himself, despite his desperation, hoping that something more interesting than a hand job might deal with his hard-on soon.Wanda was kneeling over her sister, gazing down at. The first thing I noticed about Larry Button was his physical size, he stood well over six feet and his faded blue denim shirt stretched tightly over wide shoulders. That same shirt tapered down to a narrow waist and tucked into a pair of equally faded jeans. I admired the scuffed brown leather boots, for I’d always had a weak spot for men in boots, a throw back to my farming days as a child. He wore his hair unfashionably long, but the black hair heavily flecked with grey kind of suited him. I. “I’m going to teach you to listen…” He whispered, grabbing a roll of packaging twine off the table. I felt it wrapping around my hands, and I squirmed against it. “All this over a stupid order?” I groaned, not knowing what was coming.Suddenly, I felt his hands yanking my pants down. I squirmed more, trying to resist but it didn’t work; my pantaloons were down around my ankles. I winced slightly as I heard the slight gasp of surprise; I was wearing only a thin pair of black knickers, a newer. She got us a cab, checked us in at the hotel desk, and even managed to upgrade us to a suite for only $12 more a day. Ah, the ability to speak the host countries language fluently. We entered the suite and it was fit for royalty. Sasha went to freshen up, and I mixed a drink for each of us. She came back in the room wearing nothing but a smile, Let's work a little tension off before we see what this city has to offer. Damn she is full of surprises, and has one awesome body.I knelt before her.