I knelt in front of Carrie, knowing what she could do with that hose. Carrie struck me with the hose several times around my shoulders, back and butt,...she really knew her way around that hose, and could have me dancing like a puppet on a string with it. "Hold him still," Carrie said to Jon. "Yes, mistress." He replied, and knelt behind me. Jon dug his nails into the side of my hips, and when I began to say something, Carrie hit me, very hard, with the hose across my back. I was in total. Melinda was so focused on those bad feelings, that she didn't notice that she was also getting a little aroused from all the attention she got from all those people. However, if she would have looked between her legs for just a moment, she would have noticed how her white sticky juices had coated the tip of her saddle again. And she would probably have blushed if she had also noticed how prominent her nipples had become.Luckily, for the two naked girls, they didn't know that some of the people,. She had the tightest firmest ass of any bartender at the establishment. It would take some work. The pre cum cock head slid down between her legs. She could not squeeze them together. She had a nice spread from behind. Her cunt welcomed a cock just from her sexy natural shape between her legs.A rough hand reached around the front of her and spread her pussy lips. The hands were rough and dry. In the cock jammed. It was big. The enormous size hurt her and made her cry out as it punched. It was worn wonderfully and she had slight makeup put on as she would have visited other houses for Golu. Her hair was tied and a neatly parted at the center with touch of kumkum resting on the milky white forehead. The bindi was like a rising sun between her bow shaped eyebrows and those eyes Oh My God , with a touch of eyeliner and with those well made eyebrows, they looked like a white bright fishes with black fins in them.Swimming above those cute soft cheeks creating a dimple amongst them.