Her jet black hair was long, down past her shoulders, waving with every step she took. She passed the bar, now fully into view, and I recognised the d...agon pattern that snaked down her side, woven into the material. It was undeniably exquisite. The sight of those patterns gave me thoughts of tattoos. A few happy, solitary seconds were spent in the dark recesses of my imagination, wondering the patterns her skin might hold. My thoughts were interrupted as I realised she was looking in my. Beth reached down and began to vigorously scratch behind Bruno’s ears, encouraging him to continue. Her hips bucked, her cunt spasmed, and her breath caught in her throat as Bruno’s long, forceful, probing tongue brought her to climax. This was more intense than anything she had ever done to herself, when she brought herself to climax her muscle spasms essentially ceased all continued stimulation. Bruno, however, felt no need to stop consuming the flow of Beth’s juices with his long, eager. "Honey, I just got a work text, i'm so sorry but we have to find a starbucks or something in the area just for an hour or two so I can finish this work", I said.She instantly looked very disappointed, but said agreed. It took us awhile, but we finally found a coffeeshop with wifi in the area. As I started working, I would periodically look up at her, just to see her looking extremely bored and frustrated. I didn't want to her drive around on her own, but eventually I just told her that she. After the outside group had made one or two complete trips around the pole, the outside group turned and faced the opposite direction and unwound the ribbons by doing the dance and twirl.If the dancers screwed up ... the ribbons wouldn't unwind.Next, the inside group moved outside and the inside group moved out and the dance began again. Everybody hoped for the proper result so the ribbons unwound.There were too many people for that. They were after the braided pole ... and only the braided.