The patterned floor just glistened, the lighting above the bar was absolute overkill, and the electricity bill must have been enormous. Emma chose a s...at where she could see the entrance and was immediately approached by a servant as soon as she started to sit on the green leather chair. The chair was pushed towards her as she sat.The waiter, in his white tuxedo, framed with black silk around the collar and lapel and topped off with a black tie approached Emma. He smiled and nodded at her, his. The way to the airport we talk and I rest my hand on her naked thigh looking out of her short skirt. I look into her eyes and ask if I may touch her pussy. As I may, I run my hands over her inner thighs towards her shaved wet pussy. My finger running between under her thong and along her wet pussy lips. I take the finger towards my mouth and taste Mistress for the first time since a long time. The car finally pulls towards the local airport. It is not big and provides free parking. Mistress. "Feel it," she said. "They are so soft and comfortable." I reached in slowly and ran the back of my fingers over the material of her panties. She looked me in the eyes and asked, "Isn't it soft?" I just looked into her eyes. No words. I turned my fingers over and moved from her hip to the front of her panties. Our eyes never moving. I felt the mound of her pussy under the thin material of her panties, I felt the warmth of her wetness with my fingertips starting to soak through them. I leaned in. "Oh, what a fine little firm ass. I'm going to destroy it" he said and slapped harder then squeezed the leather as if he was trying to make it a part of me. Then he slapped it again and the sound of it filled the room. That was the only thing you could hear - my shiny whore boots creaking along with my leather as the powerful man was having his way.During this time I was looking straight in the eyes of my neighbor who was the fifth guy. I slowly crawled off from the fourth man and I heard a.