Xiu was blindfolded sitting on one of the beds and the other sluts were taking turns sticking their fingers in their cunts and letting Xiu taste and s...eeing if she could guess who's pussy juices it was. “Violet,” Xiu guessed and Violet giggled wickedly. “Fiona, Violet,” I shouted. “We're going out. Karen, Lillian, and Xiu, I want the house spotless when we returned.” “Yes, Mistress,” the sluts all said, jumping to their feat. Violet and Fiona raced upstairs to get dressed while the other three. Now facing me, I begin the ascent. Rubbing along the shins, up your thighs, using both hands on each leg I squeeze, massaging deeply, hearing your constant sounds of pleasure is bringing me to my boiling point. As I look up at your beautiful face I gently lift one leg and d**** it over my shoulder as I lean in, the sight of your delicious shaved pussy is so inviting, slowly my tongue runs along the wet slit, I feel a hand stroking my head prompting more, pushing harder, my tongue opens you. To conclude this piece, I considered reciting an erotic entry from one of our German sea traders journal. However, most Germans don't bother to learn English. They seem to come here just to fuck our mouths, dirty-talk in German, and care little about relationship. My mouth is here for them as it is for others, but with them, it is very impersonal. So, I feel that the final journal entry should not come from someone who comes here only to fuck me without caring to know me. (In defense of German. But at that point, they turned back, and he looked around making sure no one was looking, then lifted her shirt above her waist. They were about twenty paces onto the tussock track, and I had to lean back quickly so as not to be seen. ‘No photo’. Bugger! But the dark patch between her legs confirmed my assumption about her wearing no knickers and my cock stirred against my shorts.I had to lean back, trying to remain undetected, embarrassed about being caught perving. They were now walking.