Sanjula closed her eyes and takes a deep breath and releases it feeling any leftover tension leaving her body. The gin and lime cordial over ice in he... hand relaxes her even further and she takes a sip. It is warm burning down her throat and she doesn’t think she could be any happier at the moment.A gust of wind yet again the broken waves of the audio comes her way and fades away, changes directions and blows straight into her face making her long black hair a definite ownership of the Keralite. I glanced guiltily around, but we were isolated and I relaxed slightly. The screen changed to confusing flashes, out and in of focus, jumble of clothes, feet, bags, sand, distant bodies, flask, legs, bottle of wine, more bodies upside down, glasses, books mixed with sky, bodies walking, sand and hairy legs and I guessed the camera was being juggled as it’s pervy owner was settling and staking his pitch. He peered over my shoulder, his garlic breath strong but normal in the South of. Clearly i****t was not a deterrent for her. “start grinding him again dear, lets get it on” she purred as she began sucking on Jake’s tits. Continuing on this pattern for a while she would kiss me then suck Jake's tits and all the time with one hand rubbing Jakes clit. I began sucking on Kim’s tit as she kissed Jake, her nipples were harder than I had ever seen them.“okay Jake lets get you on your back” she said. Jake rose up and Kim guided her down to her back they kissed as they lowered. Every time he hesitated or paused, Pete would force the slave’s mouth back down to work with no mercy whatsoever. Clint laughed and enjoyed seeing the humiliation on the writer’s face as he swallowed the dirt and debris from the soles of his filthy boots. He enjoyed even more watching his oversized simpleton of a son use his huge booted feet to force the slaves head painfully down to the floor, sometimes pulling his boot away so that Pete was simply squashing Darren’s face flat against the.