Her walls were gripping my tongue as her juices were running down my chin.“Fuck! I am having both holes licked. I want to scream. It feels good. Nin... can you stick your tongue in me. Please tongue me, baby. Yes, that is it. You can make me cum hard,” yelled Bernice.There was a heavy odor of sex in the air. Bernice could not figure out which way to move her hips. I heard slurping sounds coming from Nina as she was feasting on Bernice’s tight spot.“Girls, please make me cum soon. I can not take. I said I was just really horny, from not getting laid all week. He said he knew what that was like, he hadn't gotten laid in a month. I asked if I was going to get fired, and he said he hadn't decided yet. All the while he was talking, his eyès kept going down to my short skirt. He has had the hots for me, since he hired me, so I slowly let my legs uncross. His eyes automaticly lowered, seeing a chance to save my job, I let my legs slowly open a little at a time. I asked if we could at least. As you close the door I stand behind you in the portico and discretely I check if your rosebud is still good in place. When I slide my hand under your skirt, you push your bum a bit towards me. This gives me the opportunity to even slide one finger quickly between your pussylips.While we walk to the restaurant, we are chatting and laughing. Once arrived at therestaurant, the head-waiter guides us to our table. He clearly followed my preciseinstructions : a table of 4 (so I can sit beside of. Stanton at once inserted the tip of his cane between her ankles, tapping it to and fro, "Place you legs apart ... as far as the legs of the table will do ... and now bend over."Anna leaned forward over the table, placing her hands on its top, and started to lower her chest towards its surface. "Bend over ... right over! Get you chest to the table ... better! Grasp the edge of the table ... right, like that! Your hands are not to leave the edge of the table until your caning is over and I tell.