As they served, they bent down and felt their breasts hang then jerk up as they lifted to hit the shuttlecock and they felt the eyes on them as they m...oved around the court. Both of them were playing slower than usual to minimise the movement until Jane bent down to retrieve the shuttlecock after a missed shot and heard a shout from behind her+- "hasn't she got a lovely arse."The leader got up and came round to them both again. "Look, its a bit obvious that you have slowed down. Lets make it. I have to go see the bar manager. I'm sorry Joan; this will just have to wait. We'll fine time later."Joan was almost ready to cry. She sat down on the couch, leaned back and watched Kona as he dressed. "When Kona? When will we find time?" Maybe tonight, can you come with me tonight?" I'll try, believe me I'll try." Joan watched him as he walked to the door, turned and smiled at her then walked out, the door closing behind him. Oh my God, she thought, I wanted his cock inside me so fucking. After what felt like an eternity, I felt the ties on my wrists loosen. I was pushed and dragged through the jeering throng back to the stage at the front of the club, where first of all I was whipped with a wet towel, then Andrea ordered me to wank. I lasted barely three pumps before my cock and balls began to spasm and the cum spurted from my cock. The women all cheered and shouted as Andrea forced me to lick up the cum from the stage. Last orders was called at the bar, and most of the women. Her skin was the color of sun-kissed caramel, which her cream colored sweater set off nicely. The sweater itself gave off an air of innocence, but I knew much better. This girl was even more dirty minded than I was. She wore some skin tight black jeans that really showed the curve of her hips and nice long legs. I’m sure her ass looked phenomenal, but I couldn’t see it just yet. She had simple black slip on shoes, like, flats or whatever the girls called them. She was adorable, which only.