"Damn! Now it's really easy access." She thought as she fixed herself, pulling the skimpy skirt as far down as she could, barely covering the bottom o...f her butt cheeks and exited the stall. The gentleman was standing in the same place when she returned to the wash area. Again, she looked at him oddly and shrugged.She turned to a sink and bent over turning on the faucet and quickly washing her hands. As she shut it off and stood to fix her hair and makeup, she caught the man staring at her. He was brought out of his self-discovery, by the nail tech, she said,"Put hands into bowls, let soak." He put his hands into the bowls at theend of the arm rests and could feel the nail tech starting to work on hisright foot, he closed his eyes, he did not want to see what washappening, it would become obvious and a part of reality, when he wouldsee the end result. He could feel the progress of the pedicure and thenail tech said, "Put foot back in water, I do other foot now." However,this. , Mr. Ventura . . . HAAAHH!” Natasha let out a yelp as she felt the first every pure sexual pleasure she ever had. Robert had a talented tongue, and Natasha felt her legs jelly. Robert stood up and spun her around and held her face in one hand and her tight little ass in the other and kissed her. “Mmmmm, you like to tease hmmm? I’ll give you what you are asking for.” He said in a low but very sexy voice, and Natasha was frozen in shock. She watched Robert go to his knees and begin to. If she was sleeping before, she was wakening now. An audible gasp rose from the head of the bed, a flood of wet joy engulfed my tongue. I licked with the broad strokes of an impressionist artist on a clean canvas. Her nectar flowed thick, untapped since I've been gone, the floodgates burst open into my mouth. I drank my fill, suckling at her fleshy cavern, the sexual oasis at the end of my drought.She pushed back against my mouth, a hand moving back to grab at me. Rubbing the top of my head,.