I was feeling aroused and blushing red. I had to lower my sunglasses to hide my face and lust expression. The young black man seemed to be determined...to do more than rub his cock on my ass. He slightly moved one hand underneath my skirt. He was doing it slow and he was very discreet. Looking into the window reflection, I could not guess what was going on but I could feel his hand moving up and towards my pussy. I really did not know what to do. I could make a scene or let this man have his. My heart skipped a beat. Her shirt was almost completely transparent. The cloth clung to her body, fitting to her curved form, including her perky breasts. The pinkness of her nipples and areolae poked through slightly, she wasnt wearing a bra. I guess she meant it when she said she wasnt dressed to go out. Think I can make it? she asked as she shifted her stance to run. Uh… yeah… yeah you can make it… I mumbled just loud enough for her to hear. I think I may have been drooling. On top of her. She struggled, but obviously could not break free. ‘Why are you doing this? Why am I tied up?’ she asked, suddenly feeling apprehensive. She couldn’t imagine why she needed to be restrained like this for an interview. The two men simply smiled. ‘Madam will be with you soon,’ said the Russian, and turned to leave. ‘Don’t go away!’ he added unnecessarily. As they left the room, Emma noticed that each of them was missing the little finger from the left hand. ‘What a coincidence!’ she thought. She. It was perfect in every way, right down to the little shaving bumps that were obviously enlarged from the hot water. I loved every square inch of the feast set before me and I didn’t wait for an invitation to begin. My mouth covered her entire slit as I extended my tongue to begin exploring her slit. I licked along the entire length keeping my mouth over her as much as possible. Then I moved back down and slipped my tongue between the lips, feeling my way through the inner folds and.