My hands on his shoulders snaked around his neck. Keeping us tightly together.He whispered again. "Turn over."He could sense my reluctance."Don't worr.... Relax. Let me give you pleasure."I turned over.He straddled my legs. Drizzled more oil on my back. As he leaned forward to massage it into my skin I could feel his hard cock resting against my ass. Rubbing his hands up and down my back. I was tense from the situation. His hands were relaxing me. The feeling of his cock riding up and down along. She flinched a little, but that was the first time someone had used a tongue there. That felt brilliant, and she felt she couldn’t take them anymore. She wanted to see how both the men reacted on their faces than just imagining.Somehow she managed to hand down the box to the vendor, and he placed it down. All this while, the fruit seller was rubbing both her inner thighs, which only made her even wetter. She was sure the fruit seller knew she was wet.The fruit seller wouldn’t move an inch even. From the very first touch, she knew he was big, and that only heightened the excitement of his talented fingers making her quiver. As his fingers moved faster and Andrea's passions mounted, she fumbled with his belt, trying to unhook the buckle. Her awkward attempts were made even more difficult when he started paying more attention to her clit, causing her to writhe in his grasp. She'd never had a man finger her pussy for this long before – let alone so well. Andrea managed to pop open his. Even though it was an adult shop I knew where to draw the line as far as the staff was concerned. That night however Julie asked me a question. “What’s this called?” she asked.“It’s called a whipping bench,” I answered.I watched her study it in greater detail. Two raised rests for someone to kneel upon and then a bench for the torso. Wooden made, it was covered in thick padded black leather. Attached to the rests were two black leather straps, one for the ankles and the other for just below the.