"Only a couple of licks, and no sucking, or you get punished." I order you and get a pained look in return. You angle my cock upwards and begin lickin... from under my balls, around them playfully, then all the way to the tip. By the time your tongue reaches my head, which you circle, I am looking for something to hold due to the pleasure. You smile, knowing how good you just made me feel, and plot for your second lick. You turn my body so that you are at the side of my cock, and draw your tongue. She was bright and a good conversationalist.At lunch time she suggested going to their suite since she had plenty of food in the mini kitchen there. I followed her, totally entranced watching her firm buns putting on a show, especially going up the stairs. My suit bulged.We each had a beer which went with the nice lunch she fixed. Afterwards, instead of going to the pool we went out on their balcony which was surprisingly secluded. I sat down but she moved in front of me and took off the. Doris shuddered but was helpless. Knocker plunged his tongue into her mouth and she gagged on his fetid breath. His free hand went to her ample buttocks and squeezed them cruelly as he pulled her against him.His thickening penis protruded from his putrid underpants and rubbed against Doris’ slack fingers as he ground against her.“Come on Doris put a bit of effort into it!” Knocker closed her fingers on his phallus and thrust against her.His face closed on hers again and he forced his tongue. ”Suzy is her beat-up 1984 VW Beetle.“Who else is coming with us?”“Security insists at least four of them come along. I did spend some time in a French prison, and there are a few people that think I should still be there, so I didn’t argue.”We climb the stairs into the jet. Sylvie isn’t surprised to see the theatre. It is the opulence of it that has her jaw on the floor. The seats look a lot less like airplane seats and more like Lazy Boy recliners.“We should get comfortable.”This is where we.