Since I had turned off most of the lights; I pulled the front gates closed most of the way then returned to the desk. We didn’t have any other guest... that night.After a little mutual fondling it was clear that he was interested in a little more sex. With the fondling and some communication in my limited Vietnamese (gently rubbing his cock through his clothes) he made it pretty clear that he wanted his cock sucked. I started another quick video of a guy being fucked and he said ‘no’; he was more. The thought of Amelia turning into a diva worried me.“Fried eggs and sausages,” she announced. “With toast, please. So what’s bothering you?”Pulling out the frying pan, hunting in the refrigerator, and setting up, I asked, “Did you tell Peter he could post that video of you singing on the Internet?”Amelia looked confused. “Yes. Why? He asked if he could. What do I care?”“Maybe you want to be famous,” I suggested.“Why would I want that?”“You love singing. Don’t you want people to hear your. If she loses in less than 5 minutes, the woman who defeated her gets to write her name on both sides of her victim's butt crack, using the same indelible marker. If she doesn't manage to get any garment off of her opponent, the woman who defeated her I think we should call it humiliated her writes her name, in one inch letters, on her victim's breasts, anywhere above the nipple. Next week, just before the wrestling begins, all the labeling gets written over, so it'll be readable that much. "Jesus, now THAT is hot!" he thought to himself, as he watched M bite down on Steve's shoulder, the erotic fucking motion a total turn on for his wife as the man fucking her was also sucking her tits making her climax approach rapidly. As Steve gripped M by the ass cheeks and fucked her, bouncing her up and down on his cock, Barry decided to get involved again, and headed onto the dance floor approaching his wife from behind as her body moved up and down, his friend's cock buried deep inside.