Their chief targets are boobs and bottoms. Bottom-pinchers are of a class of their own. They stand with innocent looking faces and, taking advantage o... the crowd and the jostle, they move their hands like the tentacles of an octopus. In their hearts, they wish that they had eight arms, because bottoms are available in scores. Yes, their are women who love to be pinched. After spending their nights with work-exhausted husbands, they get the thrill of their lives when some alien hands explore. Thank God for Mira and her quick thinking. I walked to the elevatorbehind Mira and thankfully nobody joined us on the ride down. Mira wassilent and I just followed her lead.Her small car was parked near the entrance and we got in. We bothbreathed a sigh of relief."That was close, but we need to work fast to get you ready to meetRashid." Mira backed out of the parking lot."What do you mean?" I asked getting even more scared. "Don't scare me." Well, if you are going to be near Rashid for an. We quickly hop into his work truck and head to get her. She lives with her parents and she didn't want them to know about her sex life so she walked down the street and we pulled over to pick her up. She had a ton of lipstick smeared on her lips, and the dress was very tight and it hugged her curves and big saggy tits. She smiled as she climbed in. I moved to back seat to let him get to feel her up better. She looked at Mark and says, "I wanted to fuck and suck you since the first time I seen. Don’t stop that’s it right there.’ I moaned, my hands shamelessly pushing his mouth against my throbbing clit. As my orgasm subsided he began long slow sweeps with his tongue cleaning excess juices off my pussy. His fingers still slowly pumped in and out bringing my excitement back up so I’d be ready for him again. Just as my breath began to quicken his fingers were replaced with his hard cock. I could feel the fabric of his briefs against my thighs and the smack of his balls so I knew he’d.