"Hmmm"was all he said. I was getting a bit annoyed. Brenda had a huge smile on herface. Andre finally sat down in a nearby chair. I turned back around..."She'll do." He said. "Get her dressed." He finished and walked into a backroom. I stood there stunned. What kind of jerk was this? Brenda took my handand led me to the same room with Bill following along. Back there wereoutfits of all types; from formal dresses to sexy lingerie. Brenda threw me afew dresses and pushed me into the dressing room.. The frown wouldn’t let go of her face, however, the corners of her mouth sinking till it looked like they were going to dip below her chin. Ana’s mouth flattened. “Is there a problem?” Carla shook her head and hid her eyes, and Ana realized there might actually be one. She didn’t like Carla, but her cousin was about to start crying over there. She quickly crossed the room to Carla’s couch and sat on the cushion next to her. “What’s the problem, Carla?” Her voice had a lot more concern than. He made me lick my own juices off his fingers several times which just made me even wetter. Cucky: if I got there before they were done, I could watch from a spot where neither could see me unless they were looking very hard. It was kind of like a supply closet.CG: Oh, I have no gag reflex and excellent control of my throat muscles. Raffy was trying to hold back, but the k** never stood a chance. Just as he was tightening up, I jammed a thumb up his rock hard ass and he lost it...totally lost. David, our other team member, kept moving around to get the best view, as every time she bent over or turned a certain way the shirt would open enough for him to get a good look. By 1:00 a.m. none of us were feeling any pain, so we decided we would leave and go out to breakfast. We said goodnight to the other patrons and were getting in our cars, when a dark blue plymouth mini-van pulled up and blocked us in, Amy got out and was yelling for the driver to move, that we were leaving, when.