And fucking her. My cunt got wetter with every hour that passed.At home that night making love to my husband I wasn’t there. In my mind, I was watch...ng my husband fucking the beauty from the pub. Hearing her soaked pussy take his big cock, hearing it pound her cunt. Hearing my husband say she was a better fuck than me, her pussy was tastier than mine, her pussy was tight, unlike my used-up hole.I came. Hard. Like never before. I even squirted. Paul, my husband, noticed. He was very pleased with. ”“...Thank you for saying so, Master.”“You’ve had training before coming here, haven’t you?”Vanya’s hands slow down, massaging his back more than washing it.“...Yes. My family bought many classes for me on cleaning and etiquette before I came to this world.”“...Has your family been going through rough times?”“It’s nothing for you to be concerned about, Master. Please, focus on your work.”Jack sighs.“I’d rather be direct about things like this, but I guess you don’t feel comfortable talking. A hand placed on the other’s breast, their hearts pounded hard as their audience passed by them.The girls decide to rest on a bench overlooking the yachts, and sailboats moored at the Marina. Dan and Brad stood a little away from the girls as if they didn’t know them.They looked so sensual in their low-cut tops and short skirts. Crossed legs revealed long, slender legs. Wendy’s heart rate quickened with their close contact and hand-holding in public. They received more curious stares and. Gil and Catharine finished their impromptu quickie fuck and then Gil asked her if they could meet again that night after she'd finished her last performance. He didn't know where this was all leading to, but Gil knew that fucking Catharine there in only a matter of minutes was only the beginning of what he hoped to experience with her.Catharine danced during her last three shows that night like she'd never danced there in the Maverick Club before. Many of the audience members left the club.