It was over in less than a minute, but to my bedazzled mind, it seemed to go on for a long time. Ana Elisa wiped her mouth with the back of her hand a...nd then with the bedsheet. She crawled up on the bed and rested her head on Seth Rashid’s chest.“You suck like a vacuum cleaner, Ana Elisa,” Seth Rashid puffed, still out of breath. “You drive me crazy!”“Well, you’re not done yet,” she said with her throaty Brazilian accent. “You’ve got to get me off.”“I’m completely spent, Ana Elisa!” Seth Rashid. She didn’t push him away, though.“Can’t see why you feel that way. I feel nice and warm.” Despite her complaint, she snuggled back into him. He put an arm around her, and she pulled it into the valley between her breasts. This felt lovely, and he soon grew warmer. “I don’t want to bring up an unpleasant subject, but when do you need to get back?”“Should be by 7:30. The dining hall stops serving at eight, but the selection gets bad earlier than that.” He had his back to the alarm clock, but it. She loved making me watch as they played. Joe situated her on his lap his larger than life erection so hard that she had to sit around it. He positioned it in between her legs, her perfect sexy legs. She began to wiggle feeling his hardness rub between her legs as she sat on his lap. I served them drinks as they played. I saw Joe lightly with the back of his hand brush Chanel’s nipples. I know from experience this drives her crazy. I feel the jealousy erupting inside. However, I am the slave. Uh. Uh. Uhhh." Pam Maguire panted. Closing her mouth, she strove to breathe through her nose. That lasted only a few moments before she began to gasp for breathe again. She redoubled her efforts.Sand flew from under her feet. Her eyes were fixed on a striped pole ahead of her that indicated tide levels. She had broken into her sprint when she had judged she was about a hundred yards away from that marker. She held her arms at chest level, swinging them in time with the pumping of her legs.Pam.