I finger fucked her and simultaneously licked her clit. She was moaning again and squirting. In 15 minutes, she orgasmed hard and all of her juices we...e on my face. I inserted my finger in her pussy and then shoved it in her mouth.Me- Bitch, how does your own pussy taste?”Mita- “Hmmm… Tasty.”I put my finger in her ass and then in her mouth.Me-“Taste your own ass slut.”Mita-“It’s good that I had clean it properly every day.”Listening to her moans I was hard again. I had decided to fuck the shit. ” “Why do you say that?” She opened her arms. “Because this is Ibiza, and everyone forgets they have a boyfriend or a girlfriend back home when they are here.” “Well, I won’t.” She stood up and took my hand. “We’ll see, it’s time to go to the meeting.” When Anne and I walked into the small conference room where the meeting was held, I saw Mike sitting to one side at a table. He was concentrated on rolling cigarettes and paid us no attention. Up front was a woman in her forties. In front of. He lapped furiously, eager to be rewarded with the cane from his mistress and those of the others. He knew the padded bench well, he knew the pain would be intolerable at first, he knew he would cry like a baby as the women laughed, he knew he would cum under the cane in an act of total disgrace and supreme humiliation, offering the women divine satisfaction. He polished the bowl with his tongue and knelt, looking up at the woman who owned him as she sneered down, her breasts heaving in her. “Are they soft for you?” Priti questioned as she watched her brother squeezing his mother harder and harder.“It isn’t proper; don’t do it,” Lakshmi whimpered although she was not going all out in resisting her lusty son. He felt like flying through the clouds as his palms felt the hardening nipples of his mother, which kept growing through the fabric of her bra and blouse.“Take of your blouse mom,” Priti suggested with a naughty smile. “He might tear it off.”Deepak revealed his impatience by.