When she couldn't take it any more she pushed my face away, turned round and slid her knickers off giving me the best view of her pussy and arse as sh...e bent over and leaned on the banister and told me to lick her. I spent ages lapping up her pussy juice and running my tongue over her tiny little arsehole. Moaning very loudly now she started to buck and her legs sarted to give way. I had never made a girl cum before and didn't know what to do so I went at it harder and faster sliding my fingers. .. bloody hell sexy is the word isn't it Mia,bloody hell, yes its sexy."Mia laughed outright. "I knew you would be pleased. Now Nathalie, don'tjust stand there, make Brooke and I a cocktail please, I'll have theusual, what do you want Brooke?" Screwdriver for me please, that seems appropriate."I was still stuck cemented to the spot my hand slowly crushing thebalustrade to sawdust.Mia sneered. "Well come on then, we're waiting."I started to move, slowly and Brookes eyes stayed fastened on me as. The diner had two rows of chairs and tables. Each row was towards the wall and opposite each other. At the back of the diner was the counter. Two tables to his right were already occupied. One table was occupied by two elderly ladies. The other table occupied by four youths. They looked like his age and were not familiar to him. Charles couldn't remember the people of this town at all. He walked all the way to the counter. There was a lady behind the counter. She was in her 30s; thin, had. Tight Skirt released her grip and screamed at her beaten Male foe “STRIP!” The beaten man stood up and removed his clothing before her, his hands instinctively covering his manhood. “HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK” screamed Tight Skirt, the beaten Male reluctantly obeyed, both girls stared curiously at their victims large uncut penis which hung limply between his quivering thighs. Tight Skirt spoke “before we deal with you, we must attend to your pathetic colleagues” Thong moved across and removed the.