He was not about to allowthis to reoccur again. He had plans for Melissa but he had to find outwhich one was her."We should get dressed and go down fo... dinner," Melissa suggested. "If wedon't you and me are going to be starving by morning." I feel too lazy," Michelle groaned. Melissa leaned over and whispered inher ear, "You're just exhausted from all our love play. Get dressed,we'll go downstairs and have dinner." You mean I'm all fucked out?" Michelle grinned."Don't swear like that. I don't. (You know sort of like a pervert) I was saved by a pretty "sales associate" who escorted me to a small men's lounge area. It was set up to give the husbands some place to hang out while their money was being extracted from their wives or girlfriends. There was a 60" flat screen on the wall that was tuned to sports talk, soft leather chairs and couches, magazines about cars or sports or golf or hunting or fishing. Everything needed to satisfy a man's interests except for that brass pole found in. ”“You are enough,” Joe shrugged. He could see eyes tear up behind thick reading glasses.The man’s wife returned and began working on a forged French passport. Attaching the image she had just done and putting it into a machine that copied perfectly the script and impressions of a real passport. Her husband worked at a much more normal looking typewriter, but on paper that had an official look to it.“You have something with your address on it?” he asked. Joe handed him his driver’s license.As he. I came below her (in between her legs) and started fingering her – first with two fingers, gently rubbing her pussy.Then I increased the speed and started stroking it harder. One by one, I inserted my fingers and went deep into Dhivya’s pussy and started stroking it inside. Dhivya couldn’t move as she was tied. She shouted like hell. I gave her pussy one tight slap and asked her to keep quiet.I then turned upside down and pushed my cock into her mouth and started mouthfucking while I licked her.