"No problem," said Miranda with a bit of a smile, covering the mike as she spoke to the man, "It just comes naturally to me."The man nodded, smiling a... he always did, showing off his perfectly straight white teeth. "Well, then you should have no problem out doing our next contestant," he replied with a bit of a laugh, turning his attention to the crowd, knowing Miranda could dismiss herself."Well, that was fun," commented Miranda as Misty leaped into her arms the instant the woman had both feet. One of the tables was placed in the middle of the place, they would not do separate performances at each table this time. Since they performed together they told, they decided to play a game and the winner of that game, would win this performance.They laid themselves down on their back, across from each other, feet against feet first and then slowly moving their feet next to each other’s hips. Each had a small stone bowl in their hands, like a porcelain worship bowl of some kind and placed in. . "his'll show her..." He whispers back.He can feel her smiling in his arms. He releases his grip on her slightly, his left arm slides up and he cups her right breast with his hand. His right arm moves up, his right hand gently laying on her throat, gently pushing her head back and exposing her neck to him. Then he proceeds to softly kiss her neck on the left side. Softly nibbling on her neck. He can hear her softly moan under the touch of his lips. She lifts her arms up and hold the back of. He stopped and adjusted his position. I kept my palm against the rail and outstretched all my fingers, placing them all against his pelvis and slowly drew them down, delicately manipulating the head of his cock into the open area of his shorts. A huge fleshy helmet appeared at the edge of his zipper and fell out against my thumb. I watched as he wriggled more to get the full length of his erection to lay directly into my hand and as it emerged I wrapped my fingers around the top and directed.