Owiti told the crowd that her husband, Hermann, was there and with a crook of his finger had him brought to the edge of the stage. He was sweating in...the heat and in his shorts; he looked like a skinned, fat rabbit. His penis hung limp in its ?daisy?, but as the crowd began to mock him and Liesel was displayed like a slave, he began to become erect, much to his humiliation. His pubic and anal areas were bare as a baby’s ass, as both he and his wife had their pubic hair electrically. I washed each trucker and allowed each one to wash me. We sent almost as long in the shower as we had spent fucking in the lounge area. After the shower, one of the guys gave me a large sweat shirt to wear as my little dress had disappeared. Im guessing someone wanted a souvenir.Now came my little parade as I was invited to visit the different cabs. We all went out into the parking area. I got in every cab where a driver invited me. The guys were more than helpful as they helped by pushing me. My sweat began running like a lake all across my body with the very deep and throaty breathing due to passionate and sexy smelly sounds; my orgasm boiled and pushed out of me with a gush of spasms filling the commode and weakening my knees faster. Using some toilet paper, I wiped my cock head, squeezing the globs of my sperm out and deposited it in the commode. I washed my face, in front of the mirror, making me look respectable and returned to the office after flushing. What the fuck! I see, I. We were alone. First, we just sat side by side looking at each other hungrily, unable to say a word. I still couldn’t believe what a beautiful picture of a girl she was. A longer instant of visually devouring each other had passed as she lay her head on my shoulder, and closed her eyes listening to my heart beat. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and lowered my head on hers. “I’ve been thinking of you…” I whispered. “I know…” she replied, “did you come here alone?” she added. “Yes, I did,”.