“I’m hear, aren’t I?” Dylan replied in a playful way. Zoey looked as if she had nothing else to say and simply dropped her towel to the floor,...exposing her nude body. At this, Dylan smirked and removed his jacket and shirt in one swift motion. Zoey came over to him and with three fingers pushed him down onto her bed. No further words were spoken. Zoey didn’t waste a minute bringing both her hands to Dylan’s belt buckle and after fiddling with the belt, tore off of him with a quick tug.. Men looked at her in awe while women gave her slutty looks.I looked around for the waiter who always served us and after locating him made eye contact with him. He acknowledged my gaze and came to greet us moments later.He greeted us warmly and complimented Angela’s appearance. We were informed that our table would be available within thirty minutes or so. We requested him to call us around ten minutes prior and we walked out into the night.As we walked on the streets, Angela’s grip around me. A hand snaked round her hip and her clitoris was firmly pinched between finger and thumb making her jump and squeal in pain; the resulting movements were evidently what her rider sought, for he squeezed even harder and she bucked like an unbroken horse. Then she felt his spurting cock twitch within her and that helped her along to the region of sensations where pain and pleasure mingle and she came again, giving tongue as was her habit.There were cheers as her second user of the night slid from. "I'm sorry but it is policy."Mary nodded her head as the guard touched her breasts on the way up. He finished and told her that she was clean. Mary started to blush after the feel of her breasts.Mary walked away and headed for the cubical where her husband was sitting behind the glass. Tom was smiling from behind the glass. He picked up the telephone and spoke. "Hello Darling. How are you doing?" Fine." Mary replied but remembered the feel of the guard against her body. She couldn't say.
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