The drunk man stumbled out the door with his cock still hanging out. “Stay where you are slut!” Peter commanded me. “You’re still £28 short...of the bill!” While I assumed he was going from table to table, telling the scary men and pointing to the bathroom door I decided to clean myself off a bit. There were no paper towels and the toilet paper dispensers were all empty as well. I was starting to get frustrated and was ready to grab my handbag from the wet floor and leave when a large man with. Your hands go to the sides of my jeans and tug them down to my thighs, then your left arm slips around my waist and your fingertips dive into the front of my thong, brushing over the top of my pussy before sliding two of your fingers between my lips, rubbing lightly for a moment as you hear my light moans and feel that I am already moist, causing another smile as you lean against my back and nip the outside of my ear, whispering "see, I knew you like it, I know you all to well my little slut.". I needed one.I decided to see what else she had hidden away and as I opened her second draw I found her underwear. I never thought my sister would wear thongs but there they were. About twelve different pairs of thongs and g-strings. I decided I had seen enough and closed the second draw. Then I saw a small sheet of paper with my name on it. I couldn’t resist. I thought maybe one of her friends had written it and there was one friend I particularly liked that was a year younger then me.I opened. ”I watch my wife free what must be at least 8 inches of cut, shaved, and smooth cock into her hands. She looks at me smiling and winks as she slowly begins to lick and swirl the head of his big and powerful cock. I watch as Brian runs his finger through her hair as I helplessly look on. “Watch this, baby” she says, as her eyes never lose their glaze into mine.I watch Brian's shaft slowly disappear into her hot wet mouth. Up and down slowly she works his cock.Brian looks at me, “She is so good,.