‘We can’t Rich we are supposed to be working’ she said as she started to walk away from him, Frankie felt his hand on hers as he pulled it towar...s his groin ‘feel this I can’t go back in there with a raging hard on, can I?’Frankie couldn’t pull her hand away he really was rock hard and her pussy twitched at the feel of it through his suit trousers. She was aware she was stroking his cock now as he leaned closer into her ‘we can’t do it here’ she gasped as she pulled her hand away. ‘Were then?. Finished, Marty left me there. I could barely move in any direction. The long dildo in my pussy was attached by a rod to the mat I was standing on. Even up on my toes there was still at least four to five inches left in my pussy. Trying to move in any direction more than two inches, even trying to bend forwards, stretched my pussy walls uncomfortably. With my ankles secured by a short chain I couldn't step off the mat. My own weight kept me impaled. Once I was stretched and as long as I didn't. He knew he was wide open to her and he kind of hoped she would use that washcloth to get every spot. He was looking forward to the warmth, but what came next surprised him. He felt something warm surround his cock, and, at first he thought it was a washcloth that she was moving up and down his cock. He was pleasantly surprised when he realized that washcloth had a suction with it. He knew it was her mouth again, and he was happy she decided to wash him this way. He felt her mouth massage his. It's a little slow, but very endearing and intimate.We finally arrived here at Dakar early this afternoon, on a fine late spring day in the Northern Hemisphere. The capital was getting quite dark this time of year, only eight hours between sunrise and sunset now, and Dakar's contrasting light and rugged and pristine mountains and lakeside beauty were a joy to us all. I've promised my wives we'll spend at least two months here, and then at least another two months at Qataban. This place and.