Apparently statistically accidents caused by inattention and assumed over familiarity increase the closer you get to home. This fairly new Suzuki hatc... didn’t deserve a ding. Jonas was on his mobile booking her transport department test as Marietta swung through the narrow apartment block access lane and swung again to park between the pylons in the open under cover car park beneath the block of flats.“Shit” was all she got out as she hit the brakes and swung slightly to the left pranging into. It seemed to go on forever and then Keri realized that she could feel him pressing his body against her and she knew that his entire cock must be buried in her ass. She could feel it throbbing deep inside of her and she was thankful for the few minutes he gave her to get used to the sensation before he slowly began to slide his cock in and out, fucking her in the ass. Keri could hear the other men and knew that they were all gathered around watching while she got fucked in the ass. The thought. The elevator door opened and they stepped out. The Head Waiter greeted them and then escorted them through the crowded dining room and showed them to a table by the window. "Charles, have you got a table in the middle of the room?" Frank asked."Sorry, Mr. Bennett, they're all for parties of more than two. You usually ask for the window table. 'Sales' has a big lunch on today for..." It's alright, Charles," Frank said. "I just had a thought that didn't work out."The two men sat down; Aaron was. ”“Why?!”“Because of very poor judgement on my part,” I snapped. “Now if you don’t mind I’d like to take a shower before I get dinner started.”“Sure. There’s a package for you. Kitchen.”For a second I thought Miles had worked some kind of magic, so I went to the kitchen and found a white pastry box. Inside was a large profiterole, glazed with chocolate. It was filled with cream. And by that I actually mean there used to be cream inside, but now there wasn’t: it was splattered all over the inside.