When the bartender announced last call, I ordered one more drink and started thinking about my lonely hotel room, and the thought of going back to pla... with my new dildo some more. As I was finishing the last sip the dancer who had been talking with me all night come over and invited me to go back to her place. At this point I started getting a bit nervous and thought about the huge buttplug in my ass. I told her I needed to use the bathroom before we left, and thought that I would go in and. She’d removed her bikini top to avoid tan lines, at least on her top half. Thankfully she had enough modesty to keep the thong in place!Amanda’s body was certainly worth looking at, Helen had to admit. She could understand why men found her so alluring. There was nothing wrong with Helen’s body either, and she made just as much effort (if not more) to keep it in shape, but she didn’t want to flaunt it so openly. Only her husband got to see it in all its glory.She turned her gaze down the rocky. Her thin brows were furrowed in concentration and her luscious red lips pursed as she followed along with the sheikh's reading. Suddenly, without warning, her eyes darted over and caught me staring up her skirt. I thought quickly and boldly met her gaze before slowly running my eyes down her body. Her parents, seated to her left, were intent on the Quran in their laps and paid no attention.Instead of closing her legs in horror, I saw a flicker of a smile on her face and a little pink tongue. ”“Please don’t cut us off ever again,” Alyssa begged him, hugging him tight. “It was so much worse than the last time.”“I won’t,” he agreed, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “It was awful seeing you suffering like that. I dread to think what it would’ve been like if Helene wasn’t around to help.”The blonde shivered in his arms. “I’d rather not even think about it.”“Alright, beautiful ... we’ll talk about something else.”“So what was the second alteration you made?” Rachel enquired,.