“Touch yourself” said my boyfriend, waiting anxiously. I did as he said and slowly ran my hands over my body, pausing to feel my breasts. My boyfr...iend stood up and walked over to me. He reached out a grabbed onto one of my breasts while he jammed one of his thick, dirty fingers into my pussy. I gasped and looked over to his friend, who was watching with curiosity. My boyfriend squeezed one of my nipples then sucked it, almost making me moan loudly. I could feel myself getting wetter and. I could tell she was wet even through the tights. She smelled so good I didn't want her to stop. I felt Sally move down to my crotch. At first, she rubbed my penis until I thought I was going to explode and then she started licking and biting through my tights. That's all I could handle. I shot my load off inside the tights, she kept licking until I stopped bucking and left me with a wet mess. They both got off me and told me they didn't mean to do that but for once, they couldn't resist seeing. "Mrs. Henderson winked, apparently not scandalized in the least to behaving such a discussion in the cereal aisle. "Oh my, it was much morethan that. Folks nowadays would call it a whorehouse, but people backthen, they liked to sugar-coat their vices." As they turned down thenext aisle, she continued. "It was a very high-class place, mind you,but what they did was still sordid and dirty." Really?" Kim felt herself blush at the thought.The old woman favoured her with a gentle shake of her head.. Alan led them through the restaurant. Brent pushed her wheelchair and the staff cleared a wide path for them. Off the back of the dining room was a newly-added banquet hall. Since opening a few years ago, the restaurant quickly established itself with an upscale cuisine at prices that wouldn't break anyone's bank. They catered many events and it was a popular spot for weddings, proms and parties.The owners were known as proficient ballroom dancers and on Friday and Saturday nights hosted a.