Of course she would surely have to repeat it again the next day.I felt sorry for her if she was sold to him, but if it wasn't her it would be some oth...r poor girl. He was certainly here to buy.Another beautiful girl sat with me, a Latina looking brunette. The elderly man had seemed interested in this one when they had been chatting before. A few more girls came and went, but I kept my eye on Melora, still sat on the stage waiting.She smiled at me, keeping an eye on me too as I chatted with the. Even Mr. Saunders couldn’t have gotten a front row seat for that little episode! She stared at him dumbly. Then she glanced at the limp snake of his cock in his fist. He was priming it slowly, and his prick was growing steadily, pointing at her.“What… what do you want me to do?” she asked sweetly. “I’m not sure I understand.” Her huge eyes drifted from his face to his cock, then back again.“Well, I haven’t quite decided yet. First of all, you can take my cock in your hand. That’ll be a start.. AAHHH...FUCK! YES, Daddy!”My light pink panties were covered in the lube from my pussy after he smacked me so many times with his firm strong hands. I kept on screaming and moaning like crazy. My dad loved it too because he was grunting like crazy too!“AARGH!! That tight girl pussy feels...AHH!! Fucking...MMMmm...Fantastic, Caroline! ARGH! YES, Sweety!”He fucked me faster and harder, and felt his cock so far in me that it hit my prostate. I never felt anything like it. My whole body started. “I am going to Chiangrai.”“Hello, I’m Miranda,” she says, smiling back.As the luxury bus slides into the Bangkok night to head north, Matilda places a flat red pillow that she always travel with for her head on the back of the seat and takes the thin blanket out of it plastic bag. It’s going to be a bloody cold air-conditioned ride, as usual.Before settling in, Miranda walks to the toilet at the back of the bus and slips off her flimsy pink bikini underwear from under her cool cotton skirt. She.