Heavy thudding bare footsteps pursued her and halfway down the steps a hand grabbed her arm and flung her against the wall. She grunted almost winded ...with the force and turned to see the man’s moustachioed face glaring up at her. He was considerably smaller in height but was powerfully built. The familiar garlic breath wafted at Grace. The girl skipped lightly down and joined them.“What do you think you’re fucking playing at?” asked the girl in French. “Getting your kicks eh?”“No no, please I. Beecham looked around for a moment and then nodded in the direction of a far corner. ‘I think that would be her over there and she seems to be in good hands.’ Angel looked to see Emi also laying across a table with 2 women working her over. They were taking turns running their fingers over the sweet girl’s pussy, while keeping a constant massage of her breasts at the same time. Angel felt more heat in herself at this erotic sight. Mrs. Beecham went to her table and picked up a small bell and. "This fag is fucking tight!" he exclaimed.I paused revelling in the sensation of being full, being used as a fucktoy. My cock throbbed and longed to be touched but I had otherpriorities. I realised that I needed to use both my hands against theopposite wall to keep my ass firmly against the other wall so he couldfuck me. Which meant I had to manoever the cock in front of me into mymouth with my tongue. This however did not take long and soon I had acock in both holes. I would dictate the tempo. I collected her face in my hands and locked eyes with her. "We're a couple, okay? But if we go nuts and live in each other's hip pocket all the time, the flames could get to be too hot and burn us up, leaving the ashes of discontent." I must've read that somewhere...Beatrice grinned crookedly. "In English, milord?" We might start resenting the fact that neither of us can move without bumping into the other?"Beatrice pursed her lips. "I know how I feel about it right now..." Yeah, well, I don't.