And Lynn was being rough too, her hand had slipped down and in between her legs which Jill had obligingly opened to allow easy access, her fingers wer...e being pushed right up inside the wet hole where she fucked it harder and harder, Jill was groaning now, fuck it felt so good to be roughly used like this, maybe she’d get it even rougher when things went a bit further.Her neck was being licked and sucked on, she hoped it wouldn’t be marked but was in no mood to try and stop anything Lynn wanted. Once again his cock started to grow hard in his trousers.She gave him a sexy smile, and standing front of the mirror she did her hair into a ponytail. She used one of the hair bands on her wrist to tie her hair. Rolf was speechless. She turned and walked towards him, and wrapped her arms round his neck, she pulled his head down, and she stuck her tongue in his mouth and French kissed him."Mein liebchen no talking of the war, let the war stay outside, and let us enjoy our short time together as. They would feel amazing later, wrapped around his cock. He parted his lips, sliding his tongue out and into her mouth. She gagged as he explored her mouth, devouring the sweet taste, and pressing his urgently hard cock against her thin panties, grinding it pleasurably as he sucked on her lower lip, then bit it cruelly. He usually liked to draw this out as long as he could, savoring the girls fear as much as the taste of her pussy, but his cock was throbbing almost painfully in his pants now,. Who is this?" My name's Bill Bishop. I own the Too Late Restaurant here in town. Mr. Thornberry, I'll come right to the point. The trio I hired to play tonight just cancelled out on me a little while ago—so, I need to hire someone for tonight. Is your Group available?"Jack Thornberry laughed. "Well, no... , my Group is not available." I was afraid you'd say that." Bill said, disappointment registering in his voice. "I guess I'm too late. Well, thanks anyway--," Mr. Bishop, I don't have a.