A couple of final, ruthless thrusts into her desparate, gagging mouth, and he pulled out before he came, leaving her gagging and weeping while he reco...ered. This wasn’t going to end so soon. Her eyes opened, and he saw in them a flash of hope that he had taken pity on her. She should have known better. He dropped quickly to his knees before her. Grabbing her by the back of her hair, he clamped his mouth to hers roughly, forcing his toungue into her mouth, and her head back against the desk. He. Ruffled petticoats were also required wear. They all wore the same style3 inch white open toed pump. And, most important to me, were their nametags proudly displaying their names. Customers would know right off whothey were while the waitresses in turn were required to call them, "Sir." I so wanted my name on a Turbulence nametag.Suddenly, I was woken from my bimbo surveillance of the club by a gentletug on my arm from Richard who seemed aware that I was going into one ofmy little trances. . He invited me to sit on the bed beside him as he reached over to unzip my shorts. By now my cock was rock hard as he helped me to slip my shorts off.I then kicked oof my shoes leaving just my underwear on.Danny was eager to stroke me and helped to reove my underwear letting my circumcised eight inch cock spring free.He placed a nearby foot stool close to the edge of the bed and gently grabbed my cock sqeezing it as a drop of clear fluid seeped from the opening.He began flicking his tongue. At that point if I had answered her it would only have led to an argument which would have meant, I had to talk to her more. So I just started swimming for the raft and said nothing. I was tired and my tanks were heavy, and for the third time I wondered where the fucking boat was. Then I heard a sound. Stacy was using her aqua scooter for propulsion; she shot by me, headed for my life raft. I had to admit the bitch was pretty smart, because I hadn't thought of that. I started my scooter and.