The next thing he knew, her tongue was flicking rapidly in his ear. His cock throbbed powerfully in her grasp as he imagined that tongue in his ass, a...nd he lost the battle. He let go of her wrist, filled his hand with her breast, and groaned.“Come on,” she whispered into his moistened ear.Gina pulled away, straightened, and turned toward the house. She grabbed the back of her skirt and lifted it to reveal her tight little ass. Then she looked over her shoulder and flicked her tongue at him. “You and you grab her and hold her down”. Barry yelled to the nearest on-lookers. Three men jumped forward, two grabbed an arm each, pulling her flat over the bonnet while the third grabbed her feet, lifting them off the floor. Her panties fell to the tarmac.“Spread them.” He ordered. Her legs were pulled apart, exposing her twat even further. Her wetness dribbled onto the paintwork of the car.He aimed carefully and landed a hard slap that caught her labia with a resounding slap of wet flesh.. It was all so delicious. I wanted to touch and lick and kiss every inch of her. Her gorgeous blonde ringlets still had little leaves in them after our trip through the hedge. Her eyes were wide and wet, with little streaks of mascara down her cheeks. Her pussy and inner thighs were as slick as ever with her juices."Hurt me," she whispered, tears still running down her cheeks. "Dominate me… use me like a whore… ruin me!"She was getting lost in her own submission, falling into 'subspace.' I. Boarding a boat there for dinner with the Calypso music playing was an enjoyable after work experience. You could throw off your tie and have a good drink with dinner and talk about everything and anything.Wall Streeters are perhaps the most democratic of topic talkers in all of New York City, and yes, the noise, everyone is always talking loud and everyone is always opinionated, but it a nice sort of way, and the laughs are always rolling.But uptown is a whole different world, its quite jogs.