Josh, we wanted to know what you think." Think?" Yes, Josh, think." This was Abbey, with her trademark sneer."We're all dressed up, Josh." Oh, I can t...ll, Sam." You can?" Oh, yeah." Well then?" Come on brother. Get with it, will you?" Well, you all look very pretty." Oh, give it a rest!" God, I'm off to change again. I told you not to ask him." Thanks Josh. I don't know why they are being so rude." It's just the way they are, Sam." Yeah, yeah. Come on girls. We can't spend the night talking to. Next moment, my top was flying across the washroom and landed near the basin. Aakash now kissed my tits, literally biting them while pushing me back into the stall.Now, you can imagine the scene: a sexy girl, topless, in a bar washroom, a guy sucking on her tits, while his dick is poking her cunt through the mini skirt, and moving towards a stall. Anyways, Aakash locked the door, removed his shirt, pinned me to the wall and starts biting me neck, my bare shoulders, while squeezing my ass. His. She then said, “ It’s time you fucked me with this big hard cock of yours. “ So with out a word I laid her down as she removed her skirt to revile her suspender belt and Stockings framing her mat of pubic hair, I realised she was a true red head, her ginger pubes looked so wet from her own juices, her blouse and bra where removed and I just positioned my self between her legs and as I slid my bare cock into her open and very willing pussy, my cock stretched her open more than she had ever been. She was wearing a long black qipao in black silk brocade. Bright red piping edged the collar, shoulder fastening, and the slit in the side of the skirt. Beside her, held in a crouched position by hobbling straps and fastenings on his leather suit, was a slave; the same one, Fara assumed, that had accompanied her on her first appearance at Gerard Street.Fara was impressed by the stillness that Mary seemed to project around her. Even her slave, hobbled as he was, seemed to be surrounded by an.