His cockhead was too big to pop into my throat and I could only go about three quarters of the way down on him. He was a big boy. I dropped to my knee... only to have him pull me off him.Ricky looked down on me and said, "Hey sexy, I only have time for some quick oral, so let's go next door to the very back and you blow me while I watch the movie, ok?" Ok" was all I managed in my fuck-lust state of mind. Again, I strutted along the aisle, my high heels click-clacking, my wet panties poorly pulled. Over the clicking of my heels on the floorboards, I registered another sound just as I drew level with one of the doors. As I looked up and saw the gaping darkness, I felt myself grabbed by the front of my jacket and pulled roughly inside before being spun around and pushed up against the wall. The door swung shut as I felt a strong body press up against my back and my bag dropped to the floor as both of my hands were pulled up over my head, then held against the wall. It was pitch black and I. It took me a few tries to get it right but finally they stayed on. Red said she would help, but I was enjoying playing with those magnificent nipples. I felt her squirm each time it popped off and I had to reposition the stix. I could swear her nipples doubled in size. Red flicked her chopstix which was followed by a squirm from Maple. I followed suit and we had her twitching in no time. I was amazed at how far I could turn the chopstix before it met resistance. All Maple said was 'more'. This. His face was strong and dark -- typically Lebanese. But, it had a European look to it, too. Because he was a child of Western corrupted Arabs, he almost saw his handsome Western features as a flaw -- an ugly disfigurement. Yet, combined with his 6'3" frame, he somehow passed unmolested through customs -- another wealthy and tanned Euro-Playboy on his way to another pleasure dome. He contemplated the stupidity of the customs officers he'd met. Hanging from the mirror, he regarded 2 sets of.