He looked down at her while clearly he did the mental translation. Mia could see he was taking in her condition: her toned shoulders, her abdomen with...barely a crease even sitting, her tan, and attitude. It was all status. And probably his boss, whoever he was, was Italian? Could this even be Mafia?“Come,” he said and stood back.Mia stood up, with his eyes lasered onto her. She followed him to the door, which he opened. He would either be super correct, or treat her like nothing - one or the. Kelly, her friends, and a few girls at Joanna's school all had the same attitude displayed in the way they moved and even looked at others. These two had none of that I'm better looking than you attitude. This made Joanna believe the smiles on their faces as they looked at her were about being happy to be around her and not some condescending look based on how much better looking they were.--There was a final part of their outfits that struck Joanna as strange. Each girl wore what looked like a. He gasped in pleasure, then blushed in embarrassment and shame, whispering to himself, “Too soon. Always too soon.” Still he could not turn his eyes away, couldn't make himself stop watching.Clarissa felt the man's cock opening the doors of her treasure, felt the tip of his cock spread the tender lips of her cunt and enter her. He slid himself in and out of her in a soft rhythm, his speed and intensity increasing as she urged him, “Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard.”He became like a driving piston. " She handed each man one of those Chinese finger traps. "You don't have to use these, but you can use these to make sure that you don't accidentally lose by moving your hands out from under your backs."Ken put the tube onto one thumb, then the other behind his back, and then lay back down. He knew from last time that the trap was inescapable."Now for the fun part," Amy continued. "Women, pick a man and sit on his face facing the center. Put your legs on his body, your feet can't touch the.