"Jennifer just said, "Oh, God, no!"A few minutes later, the phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello, asshole. Let me talk to Jennifer."I gave Jennifer the ...hone and she just listened. I could hear words coming from Rachel, but couldn't tell what she was saying. The call went on for about half an hour, all the time we were watching for new developments.Finally, Jennifer said, "Thanks, Rachel. I'm glad you called. You always make me feel better." She hesitated. "When are you coming?"She handed me the. Elly was ripped with a massive orgasm. Her butt hammered the table as she tried to keep from screaming. Then to Monica's amazement and delight Elly started to squirt. Monica was aware that this happened for some women but this was the first time seeing it happen.Slowly Elly's body went from the intense waves of pleasure to just a tingling. Elly looked up and Monica was looking at her somewhat stunned. Elly started to turn red with embarrassment but Monica just smiled at her and that made her. They seemed ill at ease. It might have been their lack of comprehension for English. Whenever I talked they merely flashed me a lewd toothy smile. The best medicine to cure such awkwardness is alcohol, so I flagged down a bar maid and got ‘ein mass,’ or a liter stein of beer if you prefer. The beer was good. It was free too, so it tasted better than normal. Somehow the barmaid forgot to strong arm me for the tab. In a European bar you always pay your tab when you leave. I got use to this custom. Something reminded him of his sissy slut. I'd like to think it was a instagram booty, seeing a smooth bitch in a thong and high heels, or just the scent of lavender. But he messaged me. 'Slut?'I replied immediately, 'Yes, Daddy'.'Did you get the micro skirt I sent you?'Yes, Daddy! Thank you so much! It's so, so skimpy'...'Good, it was made for whores. I'm on my way to you, put it on, so I can take it off'.'Now?'Now, bitch. Snap to it'. I replied, ' Yes, Sir!' and jumped up. My heart was racing..