Lack of décor was more accurate. The tables were covered with the standard red-and-white checkered tablecloths. Framed pictures of the World Cup Ital...an national soccer teams hung on the wall behind the counter. The obligatory picture of the Pope was over the bar. Italian movie stars and singers of days gone by were hung on every wall. And, a picture of Frank Sinatra, all by itself, hung over the door to the kitchen. One wall was covered with pictures of all the famous mob movies. The Godfather. "Ooohhhh shit!" I groaned helplessly as another spurt of cuntal juices erupted from between my legs.Ross adjusted his aim and again attempted to penetrate me. This time the cock head hit my clit dead center, too low to get into my vagina. The intense surge of pleasure from the hard contact of his cock with my clit sent spastic contractions through my waiting vagina. "Just a little higher, Honey. Move it just a little higher and fuck the shit out of meeeeeeeeeeeee!!" I wailed.Then at that. "Let's see how well you can eat this pussy then, officer." I purred to her.I pushed her head into my pussy, locking my hands into her hair, I pulled her hair tie out, letting her long black braids flow over her shoulders.She flicked her tongue against my clit, sending shows up my body. I pushed her mouth harder into my pussy. "That's it, eat my pussy bitch!" I screamed out as she dove three fingers straight into my cunt, suckling hard on my clit. "Oh Fuck!" I shouted as she pumped her fingers. Gina was right on time as usual. She has been a client for almost two years now and was never late. Debbie walked her to the massage room and left her to get undressed and comfortable. The massage went smoothly and they made small talk. Gina left as soon as the massage was over,Debbie felt a bit tired from working late the night before so she headed to her bedroom to grab a nap. Her head hit the pillow and she was asleep in seconds. She slept and dreamed for almost three hours. When she awoke.