..much stimuli but no explosion...Again and again Winnie had stroked her dry clitoris trying to get to the end....but the orgasms were elusive! She f...lt humiliated thinking that her administrative assistant and the other subordinates were discovering what a sad and subjugated old woman she was....And if they knew! Winnie was a tenured professor being manipulated by a woman who'd failed out of beautician's school in 1975.While sitting on the toilet Winnie thought about Cheryl's efforts to teach. So tonight I was here on my own in the hopes of finally capturing some big black cock between my wet pussy lips as I danced real close grinding my hips back and forth. Caribbean style dancing is very sexual and I totally dig the style. But first to the bar to check out the talent. My husband usually ordered drinks from the bar downstairs, but tonight I decided to head up to the second floor, partly for the all-encompassing view, and partly to give a good old-fashioned pussy/ass flash with each. We rode along the main street of Celanova in a well drilled group but I noticed my men looking longingly at the saloons and brothels which lined the thoroughfare. Outside the largest saloon, a group of slave-girls waved to us.One of the girls was bent over the lap of a vaquero. The poor girl's bottom was bright red.?Hey, horse-boys,? the cow-poke called to us. He took his cheroot and stuck it right up her bum hole as if she was smoking it. The slave-girl squealed as the men laughed."Eyes. " he said with a smile on his face.Sasha breathed deeply and entered the house, she kept telling herself to play it cool and only speak when spoken to. The man showed her to the living room and sat down at the head of the table."please take a seat Sasha" he said pulling a chair out for her.Sasha smiled and sat down with her hand in her lap. The man looked at her for a minute then stood up and walked into what looked like the kitchen."Anything to Drink?" he asked. "Oh just water please" replied.