Ah! If I'd been bluffing I had been called.I let her slide them into my mouth and licked them clean. She wasn't bad and that was after sitting waiting...for quite a while."Mind if I get some more?" I'll have to drive around the block a couple of times." Make them big blocks and don't speed. If you have to pull over I'll understand."I turned in my seat and watched her expression as I found where she'd moved her panties to one side of her pussy. Jane was wet and I noticed she was barer than any of. It was so unexpected that I pulled back and gagged again. The second blast hit me fair in the face then ran down into my cleavage where it was joined by the third and final blast.He tucked his softening cock back into his pants and helped me to my feet. He thanked me, told me it was nice and walked off back to the job he was doing. He wasn't mean to me or rude or anything but I felt a little dismissed. I mean there I was, with a soaking pussy, an ache that he couldn't do anything about, cum all. Her job would have been easy here. She had seen them easily jump their own height at festivals.Conversely Marcel looked more like a tight end on an NFL team, weighing more like 250 pounds. His arms and legs had incredible muscle definition. Watusi men didn't just walk.If you didn't see their feet, they almost seemed to be gliding along. Marcel always seemed to have a "Mona Lisa" smile on his face, like he knew an inside joke that he wasn't going to tell about. His English was almost flawless.. Slipping on a leather collar, snapping it in the back, I opened the door. The clicking of the heels on the tiled floor, made an erotic sound, I know had already started their hearts pumping. Moving to the side of the male, my long straight hair, hanging down to my mid back, nails long and sharp, I looked him over. He was in fair shape, probably worked out sometimes, his cock was semi soft, laying on his left leg, this told me he masturbated with his right hand. Trailing a fingernail around his.