Do what you like with me. The dirtier the better." I knocked back the drink I was holding in two huge swigs, which made him grin lasciviously.We dumpe... our eveningwear in the changing room and put on a couple of white towelling robes. As Tariz re-filled my goblet, I let my robe fall open, giving him his first glimpse of my exotic underwaer. He nearly dropped the bottle, as his eyes popped out like organ stops."Why don't I get on all fours," I suggested, "and you can piss all over my ass? Make. 10...11...12...” Buffalo was still counting strokes, but now he was going faster. I don't think he was aware of it, but my dirty talk was having its desired effect.“Hey, Buffalo, you're not fucking me hard enough. And if you want to, then you can pull out and fuck me up my asshole too. Of course, you'll have to stroke me slow in that hole because i've never had anal sex before. So, you might like my asshole even more.”“Erin, you can never use an anus to see God...16...17...18...” Buffalo was. I fondled her cheek and felt rather than watched as she went through the motions again. I spanked each cheek alternately for another minute or so and then as she parted her thighs ran the tips of my fingers over the gusset of her panties and down to my own thighs.You’re wet I said, you are a very naughty girl, I’m punishing you and you’re enjoying it!In answer she squirmed loudly over my lap rubbing her body against my crotch.You’ve got a hard on she said, I think you’re enjoying it as well!My. One day, just after midnight, the restaurant had closed and I was the last one there, cleaning and putting away the chairs. I was wearing my black jeans and white blouse. I was sweating after the busy day in the French sun and my feet were sore from waiting tables all day. The owner of the restaurant was there too, a handsome Frenchman in his late 30s. He had tanned skin and an excellent physique, which pierced through his tailored black shirt, muscles bulging as he counted the cash behind the.