With shaking legs, Natasha steadied herself by leaning against Montana and buying time, she kissed her way up over her belly, between her boobs to her...open mouth. Montana looked at her with wide, lust-filled eyes. Squashing their breasts together the two strippers grinded their pelvises against one another.The crowd cheered and shouted; “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!”Natasha floated like a fairy away from Montana and bowed in adoration, sticking her naked ass out as a greeting to another. But then, I do absolutely not know what happen, I totally loose control of my mind ( that never happens to me, I am always very in control), I just remember sucking this cock, having it in my mouth, going back and forth with my head, trying not to hurt with the teeths, on my knees in front of the hole. I even not remember if the cock goes hard, I think it did not. But very quickly I feel a salty and warm juice on my tongue. I take the dick out of my mouth, look at the head, see nothing flowing,. She feels jealously rise within her, as she thinks of him picking up some woman in the bar, and taking her back to her room, doing things to that woman that Rebecca wanted him to do to her. Then Rebecca would feel guilty again about her husband and the vicious circle would continue. She must have eventually drifted off to sleep, as she is awoken to the sounds and sights of Travis tipping the staff as they wheel the breakfast trolley into the room. “Morning sleepy head.” He says, in a breezy. The grandeur — and also the people. Many seem relatively young, younger than either of the policemen. How had they acquired such wealth to be at home in such a hotel at such a modest age?The two glance at one another as they are swept along by the urbane Stephen Appleyard.“Our table is reserved for 13:00, but I thought it might be helpful if we took up the table early and spent a moment or two setting out our tactics?”“There’s going to be tactics, then?” asks Ackroyd.“Oh absolutely. In.