“Tonight, Antoine.”“Tonight, Amélie.”She walked away, giving her hips a little shimmy as she did so. This was playing with fire, she knew tha..., but she couldn’t stop herself. She wasn’t really Capitaine Amélie, that was a joke. She was something between Ship’s Mascot Amélie and Fuck Toy Amélie, passed around among Antoine, Gérard and Captain Beauchamp. Sometimes she wished they’d let the crew have a crack at her, but only sometimes. Beauchamp had made it clear that anyone who bothered Amélie. Before long, I'm deepthroating this delicious mystery meat, getting thoroughly facefucked, my eyes watering, a set of hairy balls slapping against my chin. I'm pinching my nipples and squeezing my massive breasts together. After about five minutes of vigorous thrusting on his part and sucking on mine, the stranger lets out a groan and blasts his load against the back of my throat. "Fucking slut," I hear him mutter as he exits the booth. It's true, I am a major slut. I hungrily swallow every. I spent a half hour trying to stereotype a few of the patrons and enjoyed a stiff double, which had me relaxed in, seemingly, no time at all.A few minutes later, I turned around and saw Lacey making her way into the bar. She had ditched the blazer and I watched as her small-ish titties bounced within the confines of her silky white blouse. She flashed a smile as she spotted me; however, my eyes nonchalantly focused on her sexy gait, as she made her way towards me in low heels and a pair of. He said yes and I said no, he said please and I said no. He tried grinding his cock faster into my working hand and I took the belt and smacked his cock and balls to hold off his orgasm. I then ground my cunt back into his face and started working his cock again, this time also taking it into my mouth. Again as he got close to orgasm I smacked his cock and balls. I then took the piece of rope and tied his cock and balls up. My cunt was soaked, but he hadn't tried to open his mouth and lick.