It was raining and fog had set in. I was in the mountains and the roads had become dangerous. I need to find a hotel and something to eat before it go... to late.It was nearly midnight when I finally found a Pub near a dirt road, I had taken by mistake. It was only a few miles from the highway and I knew I could get back in the morning. I got out my Porsche and opened the door to the Pub. The Le French Milk Pub & Inn was a small but rustic Pub with 2 rooms and a small Pub with some French beer on. ? ?Not like that you fucking whore I said cunt.? Slapping her legs! ?Don’t you dare cover those tattoos with your filthy hands?? One final hard slap to her legs! stinging now.Now my little piggy I see over thirty men wanting to see Si’s work bend over in front of each one and open up your cunt so they can see the work in its entirety.Valerie of course dutively obliged going from one man to the next opening her cunt for each one. Some fingered her some spat in it one got up to fuck her, looked. Ashton, I think. Under stress from her circumstance, she couldn’t even understand why she dwelt on Mr. Copley’s hardness, which shockingly pressed against her abdomen. I should be DISGUSTED by it, she thought. Combined with the endorphin amplifying the exhilaration of her crying she was in a state of misunderstood arousal. “This is madness,” she told herself.Her long association with Eric Copley had bred a kind of familiarity that some would consider inappropriate. She had grown to worship her. She bites my bottom lip and dives back into my mouth. I feel a twinge of jealousy from Eva, and almost immediately my cock is covered by her mouth. She gives an amazing blowjob. She uses her hand to rub from my base to her lips at first, whilst only licking the tip of my dick. I almost can see her doing it through our mental link. However, Annie is resentful at my shift in focus, and ceases her tongue fucking in my mouth. Instead she lifts herself up and, rather sluttily, lowers herself onto my.