South Grafton. And a phone number. I tried to call. Busy! What nerve! I’d shower, dress and try again before going out for a drink. But first I look...d at the directory beside the phone in my room.There was a LandRover dealer here in Port Macquarie! My pamphlet read: “When a vehicle is operated in extremely arduous conditions, a dusty, wet or muddy terrain, more frequent attention must be paid to servicing requirements.”I phoned the “Service” number. Could I bring the vehicle now and leave it. My eyes asked hers if she did, but the answer wasn’t clear. I’ve enjoyed a few videos of women pleasuring themselves; more than a few. Yet, I’d never asked Becky to do it for me. And here she was, and I was too stubborn to watch. I rubbed myself harder and faster. I had fallen back into my old wanking patterns. The only things that felt better than this was Becky’s hand, or her pussy, or her mouth – those red, painted lips. As if imagining all that wasn’t enough, Becky pushed a pussy-coated. My eyes fell on them. The man's shoulders were straight, walking with a determined pride—the Lord Mayor. Two women walked behind him, a Korean beauty, her slanted eyes fierce, and a violet-haired slattern with large breasts that seemed to defy gravity as they bounced and jiggled. A silver haired woman—Lilith—slinked behind a curvy blonde and a graceful, raven-haired beauty. The blonde's eyes were downcast, her shoulders sagging, broken by her capture.The Samurai reached the top, striding past. "He groaned desperately as he heard her whisper, "Yes!" He bent down and picked her up and carried her over to the large conference table in her boss' office and set her down in front of it and backed away from her for a moment. She told him to lock the door, which he did while she removed her panties under her skirt. He came back to her and lifted her to set her on the edge of table as she lifted her skirt and slip out from under her.He started to undo his belt, but she moved his hands away to.