Single women, desperate for deeper gratification than their buzzing toys could give them; and married women, sneaking away from unsuspecting partners,...or dropped off by curious husbands. They all came, brandishing money, seeking satisfaction. They all left, having found it, none of them ever knowing the true cost.Marcus shook his head again. Pushing away from the sink, he stepped out into the hallway, slightly cooler air washing over his nude body as he made his way to the kitchenette,. I was so embarrassed because I knew Michelle could feel it and I was sure she would ask Sean to pull over so she could get out but she didn't say a word. Being that Sean had a couple of beers in him I hoped he would have to pull over and piss. Well sure enough we came up to a bathroom on the beach and he told us to hang tight and that he needed to take a quick squirt. My hope at that time was that Michelle would get out and I could adjust my hard on and ask Sean to let me drive so I could. She was gently rocking on him. As his balls would touch her twat he would squeeze her body down on his even more, and clenched his buttocks together rocking his pelvis up so that their pelvic bones were grinding together. His entire, fully erect penis would then slide up the flesh of her tight vaginal walls as he pulsed his dick in her with his arms now wrapped around her back, grabbing into the meat of her tan, sexy, waist. She felt her vaginal tube guide his penis up as it sporadically pulsed. "I know how you feel, Madrone, but one must not refuse an invitation to the Festival, it would be very...rude." Oh, thank you, Papa!" Natasha threw her arms around her father and gave him a kiss.Dinner was a very quiet affair that evening. Madrone served the food with a stern look on her face, her disapproval evident in her eyes and in her posture. Andres sat at the head of the table with downcast eyes and toyed with his food, lost in his own thoughts. And Anastasia, wife of Andres, daughter of.