Maybe not. I decided to shift speeds and take Scott slowly. I took him deep on each stroke and kept him, taking him out to almost the head. I wasn't f...ucking him hard so much as in slow waves. His brother had other ideas and began to slam in and out of my throat. "My name is Mick and we own a farm where women are willingly treated like cattle - kept naked, bred, and milked. Athena must really hate you because we offered to buy and she wasn't selling. Why is that?" he asked pulling his cock out. I lost my mind, and pulled her down harder on my face by her breasts. My tongue worked her lips, and then deep inside, and then out to her clit, then back again in a cycle which spent longer and longer on her throbbing little button. She tasted of youth, tart but not too musky, and she produced a lot of juices which got smeared on my face, nose to chin. My wife’s movements began to accelerate as her passion obviously climbed, but it took a lovely long while for us to get seriously close to. After walking for a while, she stopped dead on hearing the sounds of the moans of a lady.Her subconscious recognized the sounds of the moan. But she couldn’t believe it without seeing. Rashmi thought for a second and decided to return home. As she turned to go home, her horny mind stopped her.She removed her sandals and walked barefoot silently towards the source of the moan. She froze on seeing a tall man pumping a lady in the doggy vigorously. Oh god! Her pussy instantly became wet, and her. The hostess would take the pager from them and then head off into the dining area expecting the customers to follow her. Sometimes the hostess even told the customers to follow her. Once on her way, she never looked back to see if they were behind her. The customers followed along like baby ducklings trailing their mother.The customers who had arrived before him were slowly seated. The space taken up in the waiting area was filled by new customers. Some groups talked among themselves while.