“Oh, Balu. Please.”- She said helplessly. “Oh, mom. Please relax and enjoy. Let me prove that even after masturbating daily or even twice a day ... can satisfy the sexual desire of a lady fully.”- Saying so I gave three consecutive push and my entire bob disappeared inside her slippery but tight vagina. She stopped protesting and was breathing heavily. I started pumping. Her hips were resting on the bonnet of the car. Her legs were on my shoulders. Her boobs were in my hands and her pussy was. The whole load wasted. Make an effort", the mistress dispraised me. With my fingers I pushed what was on my face into my whore mouth.His pushes became more violent. Gasps and moans announced his climax. I felt like something warm flooded my ass cunt. That must be a huge portion I thought. Shortly afterwards the cock slipped with a smacking out of my ass, which was immediately closed with the plug. I turned my face to the mistress and showed her squatting the contents of my mouth cunt "Well, not. ?’ ‘I just lost my fiancée,’ I sadly replied, ‘How do you think I’m doing?’ ‘I know, brother,’ he quietly replied, ‘You know you really ought to be home instead of here, don’t you?’ ‘And what am I supposed to be doing at home,’ I sniffled, ‘Staring at all the reminders that my Jill is dead?’ as the tears began to fall down my face. ‘Aw, what’s wrong, sweetie,’ some long haired asshole across the bar from me viciously laughed, ‘Did you lose your boyfriend, Squidly?’ ‘Uh, oh,’ Danny quietly. ButCherise experienced only a moment of jealousy that she would have toshare the floor with competing bimbos. Still, there were plenty ofcustomers to go around. The other guy-gals responded in a Pavlovianway as a bell rang; they filed toward the bar. Comet/Cherise followedmindlessly. Each bimbo was handed a tray of drinks with a table numberon it. Fortunately for them, the tables were similarly numbered, sothat even with their reduced brain-power, they could make thedeliveries. But their.