Grey slacks. Hitting on the blonde, big tits, blue dress. She goes home with the redhead and not him."Mitch smiled. "You should drink less Michael. OK... Twenty dollars," he said, putting the note on the bar. Michael took the twenty out of his shirt pocket and put it on top of Mitch's bill and watched Mitch scoop them up and put them in a glass on the top shelf, reserved for that purpose.The door opened and another crowd of rain speckled patrons pushed in. Michael only gave them half a look and. Auntieeeeeee….” I moaned as my orgasm hit and her mouth was filled with my semen. I was shooting loads of my cum down her throat and Shaheen just kept on gulping my cum down her throat without any resistance from her.“Drink it Bitch…… swallow everything, don’t waste a drop,” Fathima said, encouraging Shaheen to swallow my cum. Once the orgasms subsided, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and Fathima too pulled her fingers from her pussy.Shaheen just collapsed back on the sofa closing her eyes,. I put all the stuff inside the trunk and then noticed that I had no jack lift to disassemble the car`s wheel.I went to a security cabin for get some assistance and those two black men were there, offering their help. They fixed the matter in a couple of minutes and rejected some money I wanted to give them as a tip. I think that I was too shy, because I smiled to them and told that I was too much thankful.One of them also smiled and told me that he knew another way to show my appreciation to. " Yes," Dorthy replied. Almost whispering."Tired, and sleepy, and looking for a way to relax," the saleslady continued."I was..." Was she trying to remember something. The saleslady's eyes were so pretty. Her voice so soothing. She knew exactly how Dorthy felt, what she wanted... "Let yourself relax some more, because it feels so good," the saleslady continued. "Just let go and drift down. That's right. Your eyes are tired. Tired. Let your eyes close. Just for a moment."Dorthy's eyes seemed to.