He then realised his next problem, it was night-time. He had exhausted his crystals and didn’t have the energy required to get back to Futura. He ha... to walk the five klicks back to Clarksville. He was very glad that any nocturnal predators were not in the area at that time.When he got to the gate, he didn’t wish to upset the guard by calling to him. He found that he had enough energy to pop through the gate. It wasn’t hard to find a linger, and he borrowed the power from it to blink back home,. .. I was on fire, as I writhed and twisted, raising my hips and trying hard to impale myself further and further onto his fingers.I knew I was wet, I could hear the slurping sound his fingers made as he worked and played with my pussy.His strong firm hands slid to my buttocks, lifting my ass off the bed, he buried his face in my pussy, a warm lizard like tongue sliding, and delving into my slit ... he was eating me. Eating me like a ripe melon. He could taste the honey I was producing, the more. Another was some of the my customers where sometimes a little rowdy and our local sheriff’s department seemed to becoming regulars at the bar. I ended up hiring some security for on the weekend which helped a lot. It also helped if one of my girls told the customer NO that it meant NO. Even a slut has the right to say who or who doesn’t touch her.As the years went by I got to know my regular customers very well I guess you could say. A few I even dated nothing real serious just a fuck here and. Wir fanden eine geräumige Behindertentoilette in der wir uns einschlossen. Lorielle setzte sich auf den Toilettendeckel, schaute mich erwartungsvoll an und leckte sich lasziv über die aufgespritzten Lippen. Ich stellte mich vor sie und sofort hatte sie meinen Schwanz eingesogen und fing an ihn geräuschvoll zu blasen.„Yeah, zeigt mir mal, was Du für ein Goldkehlchen bist“, feuerte ich sie an. Mit einer Hand drückte ich ihren Kopf fest runter auf meinen ständig steifer werdenden Schwanz. So.