Curiosity getting the better of me, I dropped my napkin and peeked under the table. Inge’s hand was wrapped around Dieter’s exposed cock, slowly s...roking it. I also saw Dieter’s hand cupping the crotch of Inge’s shorts. Emerging from my napkin rescue mission, I saw both of them smiling. I’d been busted! I blushed. Unfazed at being caught, Dieter said, in slightly accented but otherwise perfect English, “We like to enjoy each other as much as possible. We also like the danger aspect of being. To maine bola unko ab kya mera land dal du Aunty apki choot me.to usne jhat se haath niche le k mere shorts and shirt utar diye.Fir ek haath se mere land ko ragadbe lagi.Mera land to tight tha hi.fir maine apne LAND KO UNKE CHOOT KI HOLE K PAAS PLACE KIYA.UNHONE GUIDE KIYE MUJHE.AUR BOLI AB DHIRE DHIRE ANDAR DAAL.mai LAND KO HAATH ME LE KE CHOOTH KI LIPS PAR GHUMAYA THODA TYM.WO BHI EXCITE HO RAHI THI.fir ek hi jhatke me pura land andar daal diya and unko hug kar k thodi der wahi pose me10 sec. This night hadn't started out as well as it ended. OJ was big and tall and younger that her previous clients but he was also black. Julie hadn't thought of herself as a racist but maybe that was because she'd never been close enough to a black man to speak to him. Suddenly she was faced with this big man of undeniable African ancestry and he was here for one purpose. To fuck her. Immediately images of ugly black men with mammoth penises came to her mind but this man was certainly not ugly."Uh,. It was one thing to lust secretly for some random spa employee; it was quite another for that lust to be exposed. Karen flushed with humiliation.As if reading her mind, Justin, in a professional tone, asked: "Too cold for you in here?"Actually, if anything, the room was stuffy, but Karen seized on the excuse, quickly answering yes, and the masseur left to turn up the heat. Mortified, she covered her face with her hands. Consciously, Karen felt shame. But subconsciously the embarrassment.