The announcer I'd seen months before walked across the courtyard, a friendly grin on his face. "Welcome, welcome!" he said in excellent English. "So h...ppy you're here, Staci! Anita, Clara, come!"The pool girls walked over. "Anita and Clara will help you get ready, Staci".Giggling a bit Anita said, "Follow me please" in slightly broken English. Clara also had a bit of an accent but I could easily understand both women.We walked together to a room near the front of the club. "Your room," Clara. When he left to visit the men’s room I asked her if she wanted to show her pussy too. She said she couldn’t, but did seem a bit curious. I was hoping that the wine was working. I told her there was a guy sitting a bit behind her with his wife, and that he was continually checking her out. His wife’s back was to us. I told Kristen to turn a bit on the stool toward him and just swing one leg off the stool onto the floor. It worked like a charm. As she did it the dress pulled apart as it stretched. You are my pupet, you are my show, you are not going to get what you want, you will learn the hard way, as see sits back, opening her legs, revealing her wet lingerie, her pussy so wet it's soaked through and she rubs her moist thong, then licks her fingers, before shutting her legs..I only wish I could taste every last drop of her juice, She tells me to jerk my control, she tells me how fast how slow, not to touch, when to touch, the agony she's making me feel, She sees my hands are full of. Fred saw his own precum stringing from his slit up to Bryan’s lips, and the sight made him moan, too. He reached over to his coffee table, grabbed a tube of lube, and handed it to Bryan. “Well, go on and get on that cock, boy!” Bryan grabbed the lube, squirted some on his fingers, and, to tease Fred some more, reached behind him and let Fred watch him work the lube into his little butt.“Awww shit, son!” Fred almost whimpered. “You’re gonna make me cum too early, ya little slut!”‘Not yet,.