We went out mostly because both the money was too good to ignore, and I couldn't stay cooped up in the room until I made my century with her. But ever...y excursion was an opportunity for unplanned things to happen.Once, for example, while she was posing for yet another picture, a woman with a strangely sad and silent child in her arms came up and spoke to her in the local dialect. Hera replied back so softly that I didn't catch her words before pulling down her toga to reveal a bare breast while. "Here comes more!" she cried, picking up the saucepan and deliberately pouring it all over her nipples and belly and my own head. The next thing I knew there were wet tongues lapping at my back as the sauce ran down towards my arse. "How's this?" asked Nigella, walking up and deliberately sprinkling a herb and spice mix over her pussy. "I'm not sure if I've got the mix quite right?" Soon all the girls were getting me to taste stuff off of their stiff clits. "I'm getting a stiff back. Standing up, I placed my foot on the chair and pushed it forward until my toes rested lightly against her warmth. I lifted them just enough to brush along her, making her take a deep breath and close her eyes. With one barefoot on the floor and one pressed against her, I bent forward and ran my fingers from my toes to my inner thigh. I spread my legs wide and continued up until I reached my soaking wet cunny. I felt the wet spot and pressed my panties hard against myself, shoving it between my. A shudder. The thought wasn't a pleasant one. Analogous, actually, to a man tearing off his penis. The concept made something deep inside Nat cringe. And, for some reason, want to do it all the more. Shaking her head slightly, and wondering if she hadn't left it a little too long this time, the young woman, trapped in the body of a man, trapped in the body of a robot, clattered up the ramp and away.On the ten above-ground floors of the car park, cars parked and people did their thing. It didn't.