Under the sink was a bucket. There as a large mirror on one wall paralleling the bed and a smaller one at the head of the bed The manager told Jaye to...take off her clothes. She paused a moment and looked at me, bit her lip and undid her top then pushed off her skirt and thong. The manager started inspecting her body, hefting her small tits, pulling on the nipples, rubbing his fingers along her slit and pushing them into her pussy. It was everything we had been doing to her at the beach for a. Several pints of Guinness later (She could drink me under the table) and we were on the way back to her flat. Arms around each other, stopping to kiss deep, our hands occasionally straying where they REALLY wanted to go.. I could feel her hips moving as she walked, and my hand moved around to her front just above her crotch. She had one hand in the ass pocket of my jeans, her head nestled in my neck.We reached the door and kissed for a long time, my hands lifting her hair and caressing her. “Stay there Michael, only one to go.” The last one was full on and in the centre of his bottom. He let out a yelp at the intense pain his arms left his ankles but remained bent over, albeit his hands came to rest on his knees.He opened his watery eyes to see Mr Smith return the implement of his unforgettable pain back to its resting place. Not sure what to do, his thoughts were clouded by the ever-growing throbbing felt in his cheeks, he remained bent and returned his stare at the grey vinyl. I’d love to let my sweet, little dog lap my pussy. Seeing you on your knees crying is making my pussy tear up too, well drip. But sucking too much slit seems to have made you crazy, made you do bad things. I’ll let you kiss my boot instead.?Gina leaned back into the couch, crossed her legs, and lifted her boot toward my face. I looked up into Gina’s dark eyes. Gina was slightly built; she probably weighed half what I did. But my muscled bulk was meaningless. The ease with which I might have.