She howled the climax, surprise overcoming her habitual control, but the stimulation didn’t stop. The anal toy had hilted fully, and now started a g...ntle thrust, the large unit in her pussy joining it in counter time after the second thrust. An ethereal hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed her back down on the cock in front of her. Aftershocks racked her body, and another climax was rapidly building behind the first. As the hand forced his cock down her throat, she just barely managed. Not violent, just bad. Three guys in shorts came up to us. "How much?" That was the first thing out of them. Blond guy looked right at Kevin and asked, like we were meat for sale."Fuck off," I said."We ain't talking to you bitch, we're talking to your pimp." That was the second guy, dressed for a summer BBQ, complete with beer can - albeit still unopened.May got that look that said somebody was about to get hurt, and the third guy had enough sense to put heavy hands on his friends' shoulders. I was at St George’s School in Buenos Aires, very Anglo, so I’m bi-lingual in English and Spanish. You’re very observant.”“We’re from Paris originally but have lived down here for about ten years. I’m an interior designer, and own some stores on the Cote d’Azur, and my husband is a dentist.” Well, they’re not short of money. “Well, it’s getting hot in here,” she said, putting her hand on my thigh dangerously close to my cock, “how about a few minutes in the hot tub, as we have to leave. The women ducked into the changing room to return wearing shorts and their sweat-soaked sports bras. Each man had on a jockstrap without a cup and a t-shirt or tank. Already stretched and warmed up from the dojo, they guided me out to the start of one of many running trails. The one they chose was perfect for them because it had one-mile, two-mile, and five-mile courses that peeled off for those who couldn’t run that far or wanted to do smaller circuits. The best part is that they had plenty of.