Betty updated her count and agreed.“Sorry Justin, it looks like if Pubezilla is going to get groomed today, it is going to be by you. Should we make...it a private show? Anyone want to watch? Common area? C’mon guys, you’d have to tip a lot more than that,” Betty was talking directly to the computer screen.It was so surreal to me because I normally typed to the voices on the screen, and this was the other way around in terms of interactivity. The things I said and did could be seen and heard by. .Hum bahot jyda gul mill ker bat ker rahe the..Shruti – tumari girlfriend he ?Me – nahi he ab takShruti- dekh lo..Acchi si mil jayegiPhir hum bus me jake baith gaye..And we start moving onAb hum ek dusre ke saath jyda najdik se baith gaye the..Or chalti bus me ek dusre ko touch kar rahe the..Ab me jab use baat ker raha tha to mera face uske ears k pass le jake baat ker raha tha or woh bhi aise hi baat ker rahi thi..Mene slowly uske boobs ko touch ker raha tha and woh bhi mujhe response ke rahi. Jamming the strap-on in Marjory's ass, puling her hair and with her other hand she smacked on Marjory's ass cheek... "YES!!!!.... OOhww.. yes...! punish this whore..!! I need it!!!! Yess...!!! OOOOOHHHHW.... " The excitement pushed Marjory over the edge. My cock twitched inside her clasping cunt. My balls swelled up and with a mighty squirt, dumped my load deep up inside Marjory's hot squirming cunt. "Cummmming, ", she yelled. "Unnnngghhhh! Cumming on your hot fucking cock! Ohhhhhh, Jesus! Take. I was waiting in my bedroom with nothing on save my ball clamp. My mobile phone rang. It was one of my regular customers. ‘You are in for a treat tonight,’ he said. ‘Michael invited you?’ I asked. ‘Baby, Michael invited everyone,’ he said. ‘Your master didn’t even bother making individual phone calls. I learned about tonight, because I saw his Craigslist post. It was in Arabic and gave the time and address for your giveaway. Prepare to be sore, because any number of strangers might show up.’.