He strokes you a bit longer to prolong the effect and then stops and pulls his hand away. He gets up and asks you to come with him. You were enjoying ...he music, but you were enjoying what he was doing to you more and get up hoping there is more to come. He takes your hand as you both leave the club and start walking toward the side of the club near a wooden fence. He leads you between this van and the wooden fence and turns you around and starts kissing you. You wrap your arms around his. As promised I went upstairs and got Natasha’s dirty laundry which consisted of her white lace thong she had on last night and her yoga pants that she arrived in and although her big vest was on the bed I didn’t think it needed washing so I did a quick check of her yoga pants holding the crotch up to my nose and taking a sniff and OMG there was a definite musky aroma present and then I picked up her lace thong and could feel the gusset still damp and when I held it up to my nose I got an. Our lips joined and our tongues danced together as he forced his into my open mouth. What little resistance I had to his domination left me and I gave myself over to his demands. Once he felt my total surrender, he began to hammer his cock in and out of my pussy. Each thrust filled me with pleasure, each stroke fueling my need for him to take me, use me, and pleasure me. My need and my surrender were so complete that after a dozen of Tony's powerful thrusts into my pussy, I began to orgasm. I never fail to feel sexy.The room is spherical and mirrored. Wherever you look you see reflections of yourself. You cannot help but catch a glimpse of your open pussy from all the different angles, the way your breast falls or the way you lick your lips in anticipation is all revealed by your reflection.They keep you there a good ten minutes to relax before the masseuse enters. I call them masseurs but there is no real massage going on at all; it’s the best description I’ve found. I’m having.