I looked up at her brother, and I tried to communicate some form of a 'what the fuck?' message with my eyes. He somehow picked up on it right away."I ...know, Dave. I know. Believe it or not, you ain't seen-" Ricky! Ricky!" his sister shouted. "I want to do it with me lying on my back, okay? Can we do it like that? You know, with my head over the side? Can we, Ricky? " Sound good to me, Sis," he replied in a voice of complete surrender.Carol climbed onto the mattress and began unbuttoning her. "It is fine, Jacques. We will introduce her around." The low, resonant voice belongs one of the two men, the rolling r's of his speech, the cadence, magnificently French. Glancing behind her, she takes in the aesthetic features framed by dark hair, high, prominent cheekbones, cold blue eyes, thin, sensual lips, the lithe, tense body. "Whom are you here to meet, Miss?" Jacques questions, ignoring the darkly handsome gentleman. " Ruan...Ruan Morgan. Although I don t suppose you know him, or where. Maine usko turant msg kar ke kaha ke ab raha nai jata, chodna hai ab tumhe. To boli ke ab use bhi chodna hai. Fir usne turant blouse pehena aur bahar aake apne bete ki padhai ki batein karne lagi mere se. Fir apne bete ko bahar jake khelne ko kaha, aur mujhe uski padhai ke aage ke plans banane ke bahane rukne ko kaha. Wo fir ladke ko darwaje tak chhodne gayi aur uske bahar nikalte hi door piche se lock kar diya. Main bhi khada ho gaya tha, turant uske piche se jake use kamar se pakad liya. Fir. “I’m sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again; I just wanted to experience a fetish sexbot penis one last time before becoming your slave.”Jessica offered up her hands for Alexis to clamp the handcuffs around her skinny wrists and shackles to bind her ankles.Alexis pulled the still-rotating pole-dancing Ami onto the floor, stabbing two fingers into her wet robotic snatch until the blue clitoris enlarged into a fully formed cock head, throbbing and extending in an upwards curve to reach her.