The blood red shaft was quivering in the air as that bitch in heat smell inundated Bruno's senses and he got the urge to breed the bitch."Get on your ...hands and knees," the landlord ordered. "Bruno gave you a great orgasm and you owe him. His cock needs relief and you need to be bred, like the bitch you are." Ms Americana had no choice but to comply, although her mind didn't struggle that hard to refuse. She had been popped, forced to climax, and the inner slut was surfacing. She looked around. ”“Wow! I had no idea there was even a restaurant inside.”“Not many do.”The taxi pulled up to the base of the tower and Alex and I took the lift up to 58 Tour Eiffel restaurant. When we got off the lift, Alex looked around the restaurant.“Is it open?”“Yes.”“Then where is everyone?”A slender waiter came around the corner to greet us.“Mr. Kane? Welcome to 58 Tour Eiffel. Follow me please.”“Why are we the only ones here, babe?”“Because I bought out entire restaurant. Just for us.”Alex’s mouth. After all he is quite handsome and she prefers older men. She had seen him naked once when he left the shower door open and that image stimulated many of her masturbation sessions.In her fantasy, her daddy was giving her a massage; they are both were naked, which goes from a simple back rub to a hot fuck. Her nipples hardened against the terrycloth fabric of her robe and she feels her pussy hairs moisten with desire.In the back of her mind she wonders, "Oh God, dare I, could I! Ooooooh yeah, I. I expected that she would just say a Hi and go back, but she came in and volunteered that she would prepare me some dinner for that day. I decided to take her itself as dinner :-). I was pretty much sure that she will not hesitate if I touch her, but still there was a huge sense of fear before making the first move. But slowly I gathered courage and started the press against her when she was chopping some vegetables. She moaned and said that my smell does something to her. Its now or never, so.