. honored. If you'd like I couldbuy a bottle before we leave, whatever you'd like, so you could have a drink whileI... did that for you." Was that t...o good or what? I nodded and took the lastswallow of my rum and then ordered another. Willy hadn't finished his wine but Ididn't really care. By the time I had downed my second one, I had made up my mind. I wanted to know, "Where's your ride?" "My...?" "Your car," I said rathersnappishly. "Where's your car?" My bitchy tone actually turned. I joined xHamster and admit to watching the wishy-washy so called professional spankings, under the BDSM and if the truth be told, was left bereft of any feeling, all stupid amateur talk, paddling's that were more noise than substance and lashings as weak as eyelashes.The one above by Kinky, actually sound severe, and her sobs were erotic, as a wave of something short of b********y swept through me and my knickers came off, and I masturbated to her pain and his dominance, the way women feel. Florence reached under her bed and brought out her ‘deluxe dual foot massage and pedicure set’. She placed it beneath Connie’s feet and pressed a button, not really knowing what to expect. It had cost only ten pounds from a charity shop, and she’d bought it mainly for the satisfaction of feet-loving Connie.A motor, sounding like a drill, started up and, after two minutes of random swirling brushes and noisy vibrations, Florence turned it off. Connie lifted her feet away from the strange. Livia felt utterly naked and defenceless as dozens of hungry men devoured her from afar. These ravenous stares didn't leave her unfazed neither: she was drenched in sweat, and dangerously wet - though she had no clothing to soak. She signed, mustering courage before starting to move towards the bartender. Her prancing was followed along by many eyes digging into her curves, a few even drooling at what a piece of ass they had in front of them.The man waiting for her had a stern face - if he was.