I entered the first available stall, took care of my business and then went to wash my hands. As I dried my hands, I watched the same two gals - they ...ere still pointing and giggling, so I went to see what was going on. I looked into the stall to find a glory hole in the wall with a semi-erect black cock hanging from it. It was waving back and forth, almost like it was calling to me. They looked at me and said, "It's yours if you want it honey." and then they left.I closed the stall door and. The owner of the restaurant was there too, a handsome Frenchman in his late 30s. He had tanned skin and an excellent physique, which pierced through his tailored black shirt, muscles bulging as he counted the cash behind the counter. As I leaned over to pick up a fork which had fallen, my jeans ripped right on the ass crack, with a loud tearing noise. 'Ooh, looks like you need some new pants' the owner said. 'Oh, sorry, this is so embarassing' I replied, quickly turning around to hide my ripped. Welcome to the Aurora.’ There was another knock at the door. A sailor entered carrying a tray with a bowl of stew. The smell immediately set her mouth watering. ‘Thank you Simpson,’ Drake said taking the tray from the man. ‘This is for you,’ he said approaching the bed. ‘So if you lower your knees, I’ll place the tray in your lap.’ Not taking her eyes off him, she slowly lowered her knees, still holding the blanket up to her chin. He placed the tray on her lap. ‘Now I know you’re probably. Taking hold, she rolled up the t-shirt until the lower reaches of her tits were teasingly exposed. Whimperiing to indicate a lack of strength, George was quick to come to her aid, lifting it beyond to concertina at her neck. Finally the most gorgeous and shapely breasts imaginable were unveiled to him. The fever merely made them look perkier, pinker and more suckable than ever as they quivered with a mix of excitement and fear. Smitten, George could happily gaze upon them all day. "You're so.