As the slave's ass pumped downward, knocking the flared end of the butt plug against the floor."Look what I have for you, slave." Mistress' left hand ...rose up from behind her, and dangled a black rubber glove in front of Daniella's face.The slave stared at the shiny glove, while she continued to pinch her nipples, and pump her ass against the floor. Her voice repeated a mindless "uh... uh... uh..." sound as she pinched and pumped -- lost, consumed by her need for sensation, her need to. We rinsed off andI judiciously applied the lotion all over except his armpits and groin.I decided it wouldn't hurt for me as well and took the opportunity. Ititched like made when it grew back in but I always did it again beforeit got too bad.After waiting a bit (and kissing and fondling while waiting), we rinsedoff. It was as if a cat exploded in there, Brad's hair was everywhere.He wasn't particularly hairy but still...Wendy was waiting for us when we stepped out and covered us with. The black man that was kneeling next to rachna was kneeding and spanking her indian ass and telling her how beautiful her ass looked. He grabbed her thong and pulled it tight through her pussy lips and was yelling saying you like that tight thong on that pusssy. She was letting out yelps as he yanked tightly on her thong. To my amazement she said you like my little indian ass don’t you? Whatever he was doing obviously turned her on because she began sucking the huge black dick in her mouth. ‘You know, the guy on the TV commercials who grows coffee in the mountains of Colombia.’ Hildy rolled her eyes and began laughing. It was a corny joke, Jim knew, but she was laughing and it wasn’t possible to laugh without smiling. Jim surmised that he’d hit the jackpot. ‘We’ll get this straightened out,’ he said to himself. ‘I know a place we can go,’ Hildy said. ‘It’s not very far away.’ They each ordered cheeseburgers and fries with milkshakes to take with them. ‘Follow me in your car,’ she.