I know we are not going to include a working kitchen, but what do you need to serve the food?" I have a list of small but commercial grade appliances ...uitable to reheat the food. You won't need to be a licensed commercial kitchen for what we are doing. I checked," she said."Well sweetie it doesn't look like much of a job for the Few to handle in a short time. Don't book anything till it is completely ready to go. I would rather wait a few weeks for the first event, than to have to rush. He wanted to lie down, but the sound continued. Only this time, a female voice was shouting his name.“Tristan!”BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM! He slowly turned his head toward the entrance of his loft. It was a large iron barricade that slid open like a barn door. He had locked it shut earlier in the evening. As soon as Tristan took a few steps, he collapsed. His eyes rolled back and he blacked out.“Tristan, invite me in! Please!”The redhead who was standing behind the door was growing frantic. She. A wry smile was on his lips as she stared, dumb struck at having been caught eyeing him up. The hunk motioned with his yes down to his crotch and suggestively and gently eased his hips and groin towards her, and with his mouth and eyes a questioning "you like?" Elaine was mortified. This young guy could only be around 19 or 20 years old. She felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. Frozen, stunned and incredibly confused as to what to do, she did what came naturally to her. She. Withdrawing from her drenched pussy, I placed the head of my cock at her ass hole and began pushing into her divine backside. Asha Aunty looked back at me, her face flushed with desire. “Give it to me, Rahul,” she demanded. “I want it all in my ass, baby.And that’s what she got. When all six and a half inches of my hard cock was buried in her behind, I stood there looking down at her asshole stretched tight around me, savoring the delightful sight. The slight pain in my bad knee was nothing.