Its thing is sticking out at just the right height for a small Indian lady to mount!" she peered at it closely. It certainly was realistic and erect."...It's worn!" she exclaimed "It's polished with hard use!" She grabbed it and pulled. Even I blushed at that. Then she pushed it. There was a grating sound and the statue and its partner slid apart revealing an opening."That's an interesting idea" said Lisa in a normal voice "but rather TOO obvious. Any passing woman would be likely to grab an. Slowly, Terri walked towards an empty barstool, she was drawn to the empty bar stool like a moth to a flame. When she sat down she didn't know that nearly every man in the room took that as a signal. A signal that she could be approached.No sooner had she sat down on the barstool than one of the blacks that had been ravishing Carol when she and Juan went upstairs came over to her. "Haven't seen you here before. I'm Mike. I'm stationed at the Naval Air Station." "I'm Terri. We've never been here. She believed she'd fuck me silly and leave me broken while she remained horny. I laughed. She'd underestimated me and had assumed my abilities to make this strong willed woman my sub were all talk. I looked forward to breaking her.She met me as arranged at the designated time. Our conversation was comfortable, yet formal. Perfectly civilised to any of the numerous people watching or walking by. And they were watching. She is a milf. A very pretty blonde one at that. Who dresses to accentuate. Becky undressed too, keeping her silk stockings and high-heeled shoes on. She looked like a cheap whore, but even that somehow turned her on. "Are you ready to go on?" the director asked. Becky nodded. "I guess it's time to fuck?" she asked. "Yeah," the director grinned. "This is it." Becky felt her pussy. Yes, she was still wet. Very much so. But still she sat masturbating for a while. Massaging her pussy lips and her clit, she slid a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy. She didn't.