"My life is so freaking amazing and bizarre that I don't know up from down or left from right. I just need to rest." Exactly!" Suzanne said encouragin...gly, making sure to raise her fist with an encouraging punch in the air to cause a serious tit jiggle. "I think you have a completely wrong idea about what I'm planning here. Just because you usually treat women submissively in an aggressive and dominating way, that doesn't mean that's the only way things are. I thought this would be the perfect. There was no doubt that she did. It made her wonder about her mental state. It was one thing for the satyr to affect others, it was another when he affected her as well. The looks and glances continued while she ate, it seemed that the closer they were to her the more they checked her out and when she went to pay she was told that the bill had been seen to. The waitress’s eyes moved to a rather heavy and perspiring man sitting at the counter, the look of admiration he was giving her was akin to. The warm breaths of the first men standing around her on the small platform caressed her body, allowing her to totally relax. She rested herself back just as she felt the first pumps of cum spreading over her body. Her free hand smoothed it over her pert breasts as her fingertips plunged deeply into her warm sweet sex.She opened her eyes slightly, darting from one beautiful cock to the next and imagining them all taking her body one after the other. Her eyes caught one of them just as it's. Her breasts were the same dark tan as the rest of her, her nipples darker circles with a small tightness at their centre. Amelia reached for the sun cream and rubbed it onto her arms, breasts and belly. ‘Can you rub the cream in on my legs?’ She knows that I love to care for her long, thin legs, and she watched my hands caress the cream into her scarred thighs, the long gouge on her right thigh still pale, never tanning. The lighter, more regular cutting scars were silvering with time, fading.