His tongue circled my mouth, his hand moved to my cock and started rubbing it. And within 30 seconds, he pulled away and said, “Now it’s time to m...et my friend.”We walked through another set of doors and inside, we came into an empty storeroom. It was slightly dark, very unlike the rest of the airport with shelves of boxes and a few plastic chairs. The Latino guy whose photo I had seen was sitting in the corner, slowly masturbating, while my Duty-Free friend had gone to grab me.“Hey, I am. He was already hard. I took a step back towards the bed and laid down on my back, spreading my legs for him without a word. “Good little whore,” Daddy praised, joining me on the bed. He held his body over mine, ready to fuck me when he saw my raw pussy. “That’s one well fucked cunt baby, let’s see if you can take some more pounding,” he said, aiming his dick towards my open cunny. He mounted me, pushing his thick cock into me in one powerful thrust. “Ow fuck Daddy!” I wailed, my poor pussy. Jason smiled, and rested his exhausted spanking arm. As she lay there sobbing, he slipped a finger between her legs and caught his breath with surprise. She was sopping wet! Annabell blushed as she felt him sample her juicy quim. The spanking had humiliated and embarrassed her, especially with her daughter watching, but it had also aroused other sensations that both surprised and excited her. Her boring chartered accountant of a husband had abandoned regular sex with her years ago - the best. "George: "We're down in the bowels of the earth somewhere in the middle of L.A. Something like the third sub-level of the library archives. Remember Verne's 'Journey to the Center of the Earth'? That's what it's like."Sunshine: "Moldy books, mainly. We had to walk about a mile through three different tunnels, all dripping wet; climb down fifty miles of staircases and climb up forty miles. I feel like Ms. PacMan wandering around a maze. We didn't bother keeping track of where we are, so we're.