Paradise Restaurant I think it's called. I've been thinking of trying it for a while." I lied. I had been there before, but I wanted her to feel like ...e were experiencing something new together. "I think I know the place. I'll see you there soon." "Sounds good!" I hung up the phone and let out a deep breath. Sara was gorgeous, with long brown hair and stunning green eyes. Her body was the definition of perfection, with thick thighs and a thin waist, large, round breasts the pressed. "I can't breathe as it is, and it's getting hotter! Oh please no! let me out! Let me out! LET ME OUT!!" My mind began screaming. I suffer a little from claustrophobia anyway and the thought of being trapped in that real dark tight squashed smelly space all day long was only making it more worse. I panicked but could not move a muscle, and even if I could move, she has me pinned down under her crack between her giant cheeks. She could keep me trapped here 'til I suffocate if she wanted.I tried. ” I replied, “We can go into one of the changing stalls and nobody will see a thing.” I really wanted his cock in my mouth. Mike said, “I don’t want anyone to find out if I do this.” I told him I would never tell a soul. And I wasn’t lying. One encounter could lead to more and I wasn’t about to mess that up. “Okay...” Mike said.He went into the nearest changing stall and I followed. After locking the door, he said, “I don’t usually do this.” I said, “I do.” He sat down and pulled his sweatpants. While Venezuela is making all kinds of threatening gestures, I'll be selling them uniforms, neat idea. I'll bet we can even get some Iranian orders. It will be fun exporting to everyone who needs uniforms. That, sir, will be recession proof. What else are you keeping to yourself to spring on me? More women? More boats? More airplanes?"Sue gave me a passionate kiss, saying, "We do have more than we can ever spend, and more love with our wives than we will ever be able to give back. I think I'll.