I climbed on top of her and undid her gag. She immediately let out a scream, her jaw undoubtedly aching from trying to talk and beg through a gag for ...o long. I slapped her again and told her I would help her shut up. I had been removing my own clothing piece by piece this whole time. I balanced myself on top of her so as not to disturb the array of needles still puncturing her tits, and without hesitation shoved my entire cock down her throat. She immediately gagged really hard, and I could. I had stayed at that motel on this trip as well.After a long day in the Chicago inner city, it wasgood to get back to the friendly faces of the Holiday Inn. I had enjoyed a very successful day. I had saved my client insurance company several hundred thousand dollars by recovering a stolen trailer and its cargo.I was in the mood to celebrate. My celebrations usually consisted of going to a nice sit-down restaurant, instead of a fast food joint, and having dinner and a drink. Normally, these. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed his actions and moaning out loud.I was moving my hands on Ray’s head like a massage. I pressed his face onto my ass. He was licking my ass like a dog by spitting on it. He made my ass completely wet so that we didn’t have to use any more lubrication.Believe me, guys, all this was just the starters, and the main course was yet to start.Ray got up and put his dick in my mouth to make it wet. Then he got his dick on my asshole. In just one push, his entire dick. Not just taking her clothes off, which I don't mind. I quite like a flash of tit, me. But actually like fucking doing it on stage. I've got a license to worry about, you know. This isn't fucking Soho." That's just crap, Phil. And you know it. It's just queer consciousness. Getting away from denying our sexuality. That kind of thing. There's not gonna be any sex on stage." I dunno. You've changed the name. What kind of 'excess' are you intending to represent?" An excess of political correctness,.