He was long and thick and he easily reached her “spot”. She grunted with surprise and pleasure as she felt him slide in. In and out he pumped with...a slow rhythm. Slap. Slap. Slap. Marcia took her hand off of the Captain’s balls and she put it on Cheryl’s thigh. Her tongue slid over Cheryl’s clit and deeper into that sweet pussy. Her juices tasted sweet and musky and Marcia slid her finger slowly into Cheryl. Cheryl moaned and pushed Marcia face closer to her body. Marcia licked, kissed and. The d?cor is typical fortraditional high end women's salons of the late fifties. The entiresalon is done in soft pinks and subdued whites. Each work station isseparated by soft lace curtains that offer little privacy, lots ofmirrors throughout the place, and bright lighting from chandeliers andstrategically placed high tech ceiling lights. /the reception area isfilled with a series of comfortable love seats also in a soft pink andtastefully placed plants. There are always several fresh. He was still smirking, looking calm and confident. The angle of the table kept anyone from seeing his boot on the bench, or Chloe’s spread legs. Her pussy ached. She stared at him, a helpless plea in her eyes. With a flick of his lighter to ignite a new cigarette, he denied that plea. He simply stared back at her across the table… and pressed lightly with his boot. The breath caught in her throat. She rotated her hips again, massaging her pussy against the tread through the thin, clinging. But still, her eyes was in tv and took her hot hand and guided to my penis in inside my inner. She was still holding it and seeing tv. I firmly hold her hand and made my hard 7-1/2 inch dick foreskin down.Her hand became stiff and starting pressing . Meanwhile I muted tv and opened its back blouse button which made bra visibe. From back opened her bra and guided my hand from side to touch boobs.My hand shivered and I held my nipples. More I press nipple the more she tighten her grip on my penis.