Yes dear was the response.Then I asked her to do something I figured she would not. “Motion for him to come and sit at your table.” There was a ...ong silence. “He is coming over and is about to sit by me.” Then she surprised me by turning the tables and taking control of the conversation. “Do you want him to put his hand on my pussy?” I said yes dear. “Ok, I will let him rub my pussy.” Then she text that she was placing her hand on his cock and rubbing it. “He is trying to slide his. .", said Chris looking at the ground. Wessel grabbed one of the guitars and handed it to Chris. "Show me... Don't be shy... We are here to enjoy ourselves, as islanders among friends.", said Wessel. "He is a bit worried seeing as he is import.", answered Jelmer. "If you got your ticket approved then you're an islander Chris... play me something please...", Wessel asked.Chris took the guitar. But rather than holding it the way you normally would he placed it flat on his lap. Christopher started. Hiseyes widened and he had a look of fear on his face. I didn't give a fuck.All of a sudden I started unloading a massive thick load of young hot blackcum into Mr. Gibson's throat, pushing his head all the way down onto mycock. The motherfucker didn't even gag. Still pumping in and out and hewas still swallowing. Just as I began to pull out I noticed out of the corner of my eye afigure standing at the door looking through the window. Instead of lookingI averted my eyes to the windows so I. As the night progressed Chris’s orders were become more and more sexual. He kept telling Shane to touch me in various places that he knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore. The one I can remember most was when Shane placed his hand over my pussy, I was so wet but as he cupped my crotch, I could feel his finger wanting to enter me. I looked him in his eyes and took my hand and pushed his finger in to me, and so it started.I laid back as he fingered my soaking wet pussy and he started to lick me.