Your hand starts to slide up my inner thigh feeling my damp pussy on my thong. Oh yes, I move my legs apart as I feel you explore. I lean in and whisp...r in your ear “let’s go to the toilet as I want you to fuck me”. We get up and walk towards the toilets, hmm ladies or gents? Well ladies it is – no one in at the moment. We walk in and take the far end cubicle. As soon as you lock the door we kiss, hard, deep. You straight away remove my skirt burying your face in my pussy, smelling my moistness. Without a word the two men leave, when the door is locked, one of them speaks, “You’ve missed lunch, dinner will be served around nineteen hundred hours,” the next thing Michael hears is the hatch slamming closed.“Ah well, at least Saturdays half over,” he thinks to himself and settles down to wait for, what he expects will be the next donation of slop.Nineteen hundred hours is announced and as promised another bowl of the same insipid slop is in a bowl on the shelf of the open hatch, with it. The flashes of excitement in the eyes of the two painted ladies were repeated many times over in the tiny sparkles embedded in the blush applied to their faces. I smiled in satisfaction. They were like two little kids, full of excitement on Christmas morning.The day was creeping by, closing in on the opening of the opera. I saw the technicians out to their van. They would return after we left to pack their equipment. Their service had been excellent. They would be retained again, and. Takes my hand leads me to the bath room tells me shes about to give me a crash corse in piss play asks me who wants to go first her or me i say her she tell me lie in the tub she squats over me i look up at her hairy pussy something about ethnic girls that dark tint to there pussy lips its soo hot she starts spraying that warm saltly stram first drops land on my dick then its a stram my dick soaked m,oving foward like a hose she makes her way up my chest to my face its just so warm hits my.