"R-Robert," she said shakily, "Could we just go back to the hotel please? I feel a headache coming on." Robert knew it was all a ruse for the cab driv...r and she really wanted to go back to the hotel to fuck - which was fine with him. "Sure honey, God I hope you will be feeling better soon!" he said, winking at her. "Driver cancel that destination. Just take us back to the Hilton Atlanta hotel, please." The driver turned around at the next traffic light and headed for their hotel. Meanwhile,. K. Take your middle finger and stroke up and down the front in there.” I hesitate, embarrassed. “Do it.” My right hand is dying to do what he says. My pussy is slick and inflamed. It feels so good to my finger and my finger feels so good right there. “Ahh..” “Feels good, doesn't it?” he says. I nod. He continues to undress. The dress socks come off, as do the grey trousers. He's wearing dark blue boxer briefs but there's a darker spot on the impressive bulge. He peels out of his dress shirt.. She stood 5’5, with a body that she loved to take care of with regular trips to gym and to the beach. Long blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders, she had blue eyes, big pink lips, and nice perky 32DD breasts over a firm flat stomach, a nice round bubble butt, a shaved pussy and long tanned legs. Mr Jones grunted again, putting his coffee down on the desk and gripped Brittney by her long, blonde hair as she started bobbing faster and deeper on his throbbing pole, massaging his big, hairy. A tall and very good looking young an opened the door. He had fair hair and blue eyes. He saw Ann on the doorstep and liked her slim figure and brown hair tied back in a plait.Ann introduced herself and he invited her in. He said his name was Peter. Ann noticed he spoke very good English with a barely noticeable foreign hint of an accent that she could not quite place but he also had the habit of ending his sentences with ‘yes’.“So you have been evacuated here from London with the boys. I saw.