She rang the proprietors asking for a bedroom on the Friday and Saturday nights. She reckoned that if Saturday was a failure Hal would really enjoy th... Peak District on Saturday afternoon and indeed on Sunday which would help wipe away any disappointment. She was successful. She asked about the pub that they recommended and was promised a decent meal at a decent price. She booked. Hal was not fussy about food and the picture of one of the bedrooms would appeal to him, so would the one of the. Just when I thought I’d finished, my minder silently handed me a razor and shaving foam. I always keep my pubes and armpits shaved, but obviously these guys wanted me baby smooth for whatever were their evil purposes. His eyes never once left my body. The job over, I handed the razor back to him at his insistence and in exchange, he threw me a large towel, again watching my every move as I dried myself off. Wrapping the towel around myself, which surprisingly he did not object too, I was pushed. Kyra let out a surprised gasp and then a low moan when he sat down on his chair and his cock slid into her even more than before. As they sat motionless, Kyra stared at him, not knowing what to do. Jon smirked at her expression and then spoke.“Ride me, slut.” Jon ordered. Kyra felt little electricity jolts at his words and a bright blush covered her cheeks, but determined obey him, she posed her hands on the back of the armchair and then rose on her knees, his cock almost slipping out of her.. But that doesn’t mean he can’t taste it.He leans in closer. Rory’s heart thuds erratically in her chest. She watches as his tongue traces her flesh along the very edge of her cunt. The sensation of cooling saliva and warm breath make her whimper as her thighs begin to tremble. Chance works his way from one leg to the other, his tongue slow and steady, moving ever so higher. So close to her he can smell her arousal and the smell Chris left behind. Rory stares on at him, watching his every move.