When she tried to pull back, I pushed the back of her head forward. He was all the way into her throat now, his balls hanging on her chin. I massaged ...he front of her throat where I could feel Joaquin’s dick sliding through. The next time she gagged, her throat clenching and clamping on him, he came, bucking and groaning, his legs starting to buckle. After he finished emptying his balls down Wendy’s throat, he slowly pulled out, the last of his cum dripping on her upturned face. He pulled his. It was great showing off and I get turned on knowing that they know and can see it. The juices were beginning to flow and I wondered if they could see the pussy juice. I told Tony about the two and every now and again he took a peek and agreed they were interested. We ordered more drinks and continued to chat and the two were still looking my way. One was blonde and one was dark haired. I estimate that they could not of been more than 18 or 19 years of age. In any event they were about 10 years. I checked my own appearance, dressed now in freshly pressed dress grays. The tiny bits of toilet paper stuck on my face did not enhance my image of authority, but I was otherwise ready to perform my duties. I glanced at my sink. I grimaced. Then I spent a few minutes rinsing hair and shaving soap from the bowl. I wouldn't have wanted Deborah or Nancy to see my mess, either.Out the door and down the stairs to the lobby. Deborah stood when she saw me, one hand clutching an impressive sheaf of. ” “Talking of bodies, you could always put on one of those things you got from the sex toys catalogue,”he said, “That’d work.”“Fine, and what about you? You haven’t got any leopard skin, split crotch, posing pouches,” she said.“Um, you know me, I just hang my dick out.”“That’s okay if there’s no one else around or the curtains are closed, but you can’t just flop it out in the middle of the supermarket now can you?”“No, but you can’t go round the supermarket in your sex shop gear either. So.