A finely dressed mature man was following her. She seemed to have her sights on something. She approached a young naked female server who immediately ...stopped what she was doing. The man applied something to the solid end of the hair and the server dutifully bent over at the waist. The woman unceremoniously shoved what I realized now to be a butt-plug into the server. It now looked as though she had a long tail. The woman in red then repeated the process to a naked male server.As the evening. She closed her eyes as I started to pump her. I started to pull her towards me. I punched my dick in and out of her hot hole continuously.She pulled my face close to her, held my chin in her hands looked deep in my eyes. She moaned “Fuck, Fuck, yes, Vinay, fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes, you fucking bastard, fuck me fast.” That drove me crazy. I increased my speed as I tried to hold her on the slab in a few deep punches.I felt my release building up. I told her “ Maami, yes, yes I am feeling it. The forceful attack of his cock releases another orgasm deep in her belly while she orgasms again from John's tongue.She pulls away from both rising to her knees. She looks over her shoulder while rubbing her swollen pussy and fingering her ass. In a deep voice she tells them she wants to suck on John while George takes her pussy from behind. John slides underneath her while George kneels behind her spreading her legs wide stretching her open. Her hair hides her slit so he tells her to reach. With Harold’s death, the image of the autopsy was constantly swimming in my head. But time was a precious commodity. I had no time to paint.I took Melody, Lexi, Mom, and Dad to the airport Sunday morning at ten. They were headed to different gates, but it didn’t really matter since I couldn’t pass through security anyway. I wondered what it was like in the ‘old days’ when you could kiss your lover goodbye at the gate. Or like in Casablanca where you stood at the foot of the stairs as she.