She didn't need his input, but he'd be a sounding board if she thought it helped.The second floor had a new full-service kitchen that met all code req...uirements, including a new fire exit at the rear of the building. The dining floor was organized around three tiers, including an intimate bar. Shirl told him that the bartenders were fighting over shifts. Consensus was that the downstairs bar would generate more tips, but the upstairs bar should do nicely according to the experienced. .. agheee.. cumming... MASTER.. I’m cumming."Cathy lay there as her reason slowly returned , her body limp, her strength spent, her clothing soaked in her own sweat, her cunt still full of the Arab’s fist. While still steadily sucking air into to her oxygen starved lungs, Cathy was otherwise too exhausted to move, to even to think. Her body and her will were totally drained. She did not move or even utter a sound when the Arab opened his fist and pulled his hand out of her unresisting cunt with. A split second showing a cock entering her, close enough to see her labia strain in and then pop open around it. Sound from the actual footage was being added in as the music rose to a crescendo. I recognised the noises Leanne makes when she is starting to come. There was two more minutes of her fucking and sucking, so many shots I can’t remember them all. A mans mouth on her pussy. A cock pulling out of her so quick her ass shivered. Her head bouncing crazily with her eyes closed. As the. A stray thought passed my mind. Did she always do that? Then I was occupied, feeling her sucking my cock. "Oh, to hell with it! I need some cock, baby. I need it so much. I want you to fuck me, Peter. Fuck me baby!" She had stopped stroking me. She got up off her knees and lay down across the ottoman, with her back and head on a chair, as I rose up. Her legs were spread widely apart. I could see her pussy all wet, and I knew what I had to do for my Cindy. I knelt down, put my cock head at her.