When her ass got sore after a dozen or so, she needed another change.She hung her head of the bed and the men lined up around her as they began to thr...at fuck her. Her tits were getting plenty of attention and several men were eating her cum drenched pussy and even her ass. It felt so soothing as their tongue cleaned her. She came so many times she lost count. She had so many load in and on her, she had no idea how many she had fucked. Her face was a mess. Cum, mascara, spit... it ran into her. ”“GIVE HIM A FUCKING OAT BAR!” Mindy screamed!I dashed to the car; except the keys were in her purse. While Huso groaned, his black ass humping hard, thin cock into poor Mindy, I searched for the trunk release.“GODS, he’s ripping off my blouse!”“You have real big tits!” Was Huso trying to distract himself from the pain of fucking a dry pussy? When I was able to look back without bashing my head on the front door’s frame, I saw Mindy’s bra fly through the air.She threw her arms across her naked. Strangely, some part of me was convinced, against all odds, of doing a rather good job at observing her from my corner until she talked to the waiter just before paying and tipping him generously for a little service she had apparently plotted. I saw her pointing to me from the corner of my eyes while whispering to the waiter. A quick distraction from the shattering noise of a heavy glass falling to the floor was enough for me to miss noticing the old lady leave the café – as well as someone. The Master, hearing the stairs creak, came out to observe the spectacle unfold. Now she was descending, with smoky, heavily made up eyes, lashes lacquered in coat after coat of mascara, thick foundation and powder giving the illusion of a smooth, porcelain like complexion, and lips drawn and painted into a scarlet bow. Gold clip hoop earrings dangled against her rose tinged cheeks with each step. Down below, her dress was now accentuated with the lacy, frilly white satin apron tied into a big.