Becky's eyes squeezed shut, she gasped loudly and uncontrollably with every powerful thrust of the tramps huge cock.Becky's was finding it hard to kee... control of her hands which were pressed flat on the cubicle walls, supporting her, she felt her wet hands slipping from the walls, she didn't know why, but she moved her hands and grabbed onto the two massive cocks sticking straight out from the walls like handle bars."Woah look at this slut, she just can't get enough of our nigger dicks!" Becky. "My name is Marie, I am seventeen, still at school," I told him, "and I might just let you do that if we can find an empty table."He looked around, then shook his head."Looks like we will have to leave the ravishing for another time," he told me, looking serious, "not a spare table in sight, and I think your friends are starting to get concerned over you being molested on the dance floor." They can wait a few more minutes," I informed him, "while you kiss me and molest me again."He complied. ”I went to my desk and sat down, and less than a minute later, Kimmy put the call through.“Patrick says you want us to shake the bushes to see if we can turn up anything on your break-in.”“The idea I had didn’t pan out,” I said. “Katya helped rule that out. Did Patrick tell you what I asked for?”“He did. Let me reach out to my contacts, including the shady ones, and see what I can turn up for you. I wouldn’t hold my breath, though.”“I know. This is a longshot, but the police have made zero. My holes that were stretched so far last night, seemed to be nice and tight again this morning as I washed them. I slowly worked the washcloth over my body relaxing in the steamy water. The sound of running water must have woken my husband up because the door to the shower opened and he stepped in. he embraced me with a firm hug and gave me a very passionate “I love you” kiss. He took the washcloth from me and began washing my back and shoulders. “Did you have fun last night?” I asked. “I loved.