The lady looked 50 but was probably 60. Jasmine had serviced her when she was a hooker. Jasmine was butt-naked under her tight short skirt. The action...in the stall had made her horny. “Do you want to play ?”, said the lady, putting her hand squarely on Jasmine’s mound through her skirt. The two women walked into a stall as another couple entered the room. As soon as they entered the stall, the two lesbians wiggled their ass as they raised their tight skirt which stayed up as the clothing. "Ohh my goodness no NO Let me go LEt me go PLEaseeee!!" I was terrified, looking around me I could see the long drinks bar and seating around the walls, a huge fish tank over to one side with some vicious looking fish swimming around in there, to the other side of the room was a whole wall of sadistic looking implements, whips, knives, steel things wires, plugs and dildos of all shapes and sized. I gulped in fear, trying to think what had gone wrong and how they knew from the start who I was.. I rotated my hips and we fell into a steady rhythm. The fire works display was great to watch but most of my focus was on Michelle's large ass slapping my stomach as she descended on to me. She still had her dress on and her tits were held in place by it. I sat up some and grabbed a handful of tit with both hands. She slowed her speed and we fell into the grind that I remembered she liked weeks before. She grind so hard on me I thought she might snap my dick off. In one motion she reached. He kept doing this, as if there was someresidue of me that was only visible to him. I would have giventhem just a quick dunk under the faucet and them thrown them inthe dryer, but for all the panic he showed before, he seemedunable to move quickly now. Once he started washing her pantieshe seemed to get lost somewhere, he looked down calmly as herubbed soap into them, mesmerized.Strange, he'd never mentioned sex to me, whatever I knew of itwas from the Playboys I had stashed upstairs. And.