He walked around the partitions and I got up to meet him."That was some damn good head man. Why'd you stop?" he said, groping my dick."Sorry man, jaw ...as getting tired."He laughed. "Oh yeah? And why would that be?" he joked"You know you got a big one man." It'll do. Follow me," he said as he headed way from the row of glory holes to a part of the club I had not been before. We went through a plastic curtain into a room designed for bondage with slings cages, a wall area with leg and hand cuffs. Kissing round and round, getting closer to my nipple, her hand playing with my other breast. I feel her fingers rubbing against my quickly dampening lips. When I feel her tongue lightly lick my nipple at the same time her finger starts sliding inside me I moan for her, my hands in her hair holding her in place wanting her to continue. I feel her fingers move deeper inside and I arch my hips out wanting her fingers deeper still. She looks up at me, her fingers moving slowly in and out, and with. The story isn't 100% harmonious with the ever changing canon or existing legends stories, but I'll try to make it as fitting as possible! I do not own any of the pictures used in the story, just found them on google! Feel free to ask me if you want them removed!As always, please report any bugs you may encounter during your adventure to improve the experience! Don't forget to let me know if you have any suggestions for the story (could get implemented in later missions if isn't exclusive with. I asked Mel if I could wash her hair; she seemed a little startled that I’d actually want to do that, but happily agreed when I reassured her that it would absolutely be a pleasure.There’s a real intimacy to washing someone else’s hair. No, I’m not talking about at the salon, where it’s part of the assembly line of having your hair done; bent backwards over the sink, efficient hands wetting, shampooing, rinsing and parceling up in a towel. Just like they do a couple of dozen other people every.