But I sure was in a bit of shock! Usually a lot of people would have gathered, but then it was late and no one was around. I just sat up on the ground...for a minute and was talking deep breaths to calm my nerves and understand what was going on!While I was helping myself with deep breaths, a girl jumped over saying…”Sorry sorry sorry sorry….I was just driving and I …….” and she kept blabbering for some time and for some time I didnt pay attention to who was speaking to me,,,and then when I did,. Clothes ... that people wear when they do sports. Jesus Christ, I don’t even know the words for them! What a Bulgarian might wear to his wedding: matching trousers and a jacket, in dark blue, with a white stripe and one of those checkmarks. Gym wear? Training suit? I know we call them ‘camping smoking’ sarcastically in Dutch. There was also a pair of sneakers, or trainers or whatever those are called. A pair of thick, white socks in a paper wrapper had also been provided.I was the only one to. I ignored her plea and continued to tease her by sucking on her lips and lightly licking her clit before diving in. Elizabeth grabbed her by the back of the head and started forcing her to chock and gag on my cock. I heard her mumble something but I couldn’t make it out so I just continued tongue fucking Claire’s soaked cunt. Her wetness was getting all over my face and chin, I loved it. Just then both of them stopped, Elizabeth got on top of me, and Claire grabbed my dick and guided it into. ‘We’d better choose one quick, huh?’ He looked at the board for a moment, then turned to me and said in a very sexy voice, ‘Jungle.’ I laughed. I went up to the booth to give the man the number. He quoted me a price and asked, ‘Massage?’ I thought for a second. ‘Sure!’ ‘Just man, or you too?’ ‘Me too.’ ‘Regular or full treatment?’ I had no idea what that meant. ‘Uh, full treatment.’ He quoted me another price. It wasn’t cheap, but nothing was in Tokyo. I paid the man. He handed me a key..