He glanced at his watch: only nine-thirty. He wasn’t interested in the dance, but would make a brave face of it if it was to Melanie’s taste. He n...odded towards the sounds, eyebrow cocked in question? Was relieved when she screwed up her face. He laughed, partly in relief, partly at the wonder of her expression. – So, lassie, if you don’t want to dance – and I’m quite relieved you don’t – what would you like to do with the rest of this balmy Paris evening? Want to explore a wee bit? Her eyes lit. “Relax babe we aint gonna hurt you” he says as he pulls Amber back toward the group.Before Amber knows it she’s on her back on top of some cargo boxes. All Amber can see above her is this crew of men holding her down, a bright light and the rafters in the warehouse ceiling. Their strong hands start groping Amber through her clothes.“Wow, feel how firm these tits are” one of them declares.“And her legs, she must shaved just for us” another laughs as their hands roam freely over her. And then I felt her tongue licking at my balls and swallowing them one at a time. I watched as she let a long line of drool fall from her lips onto my semi-rigid shaft. Her slippery hands felt marvelous. She has a way of caressing my cock that feels so much different than other women. Within a short amount of time, my cock was parallel to the floor. I heard mom coming back down."I found a ruler, but it is only twelve inches, do you think it is long enough?" she said laughingly. Looking over at. At last the cock finished its journey, as the balls hit against her. Surely the head of it was up behind her tummy button... Jenny stopped crying at this point and directed her tear stained face at each man in turn... silently pleading for help. But there was no help to be had from any of us.The other three had their cocks out and werw wanking off at the sight of to women being buggered. I was engaged in buggering her mother, and at looking into Jennys tear filled and pain filled eyes, which.