I had placed my handbag at the side of my feet, and reaching down, the front of my top opened slightly. I hurriedly sat back up, and covered myself, ...hat if somebody saw, what if somebody saw !I looked around and noticed a man, sitting at the table across from me, looking straight at me. He smiled and winked, obviously, he had seen what was or was not inside my top, no bra, I wasn't wearing one, shit !He raised his bottle of beer and smiled again before finishing his drink. He got out of his. Her aim was slightly off as my first spurt shot her just under the chin, dripping onto her neck. The second one flew across her chest onto her left boob and dripped down to the nipple. The third and fourth filled the valley between her twins while the rest of my load came to rest on her right boob. By the time I’d finished, her chest was a sticky mess. She twirled her nipples with my cum and brought a finger up to her mouth and sucked on it lovingly. She guided my still hard. Alexa, who had watched with relief as her American confronted the guard, suddenly felt the trapdoor under her feet give way. Her wail was choked into a long gurgle of panic as the first click of the ratchet above her head signaled that her slow impalement on the electrified spike had begun! The pressure on her throat was awful but not enough to crush her windpipe or make her black out. Another harsh click sounded as her writhing body slid further onto the brutal skewer. She rolled her eyes in. “You are not that old.”I was pretty sure there was not a second shot possible, but Cleo was determined. So, I simply lay there, enjoying the follow-up activities. Cleo began to hum as she worked my semi-erect cock in and out of her mouth. I was mildly surprised to find myself getting hard again.Cleo looked up from my crotch and smiled, holding my new stiffy against her cheek.“See,” she proudly exclaimed, proffering a wink, “I know my man.”She quickly returned to working on my manhood, gently.