What is that in the pants that make them so smooth to the touch?It didn’t take me long to get back to the restaurant and walk right to the maître d...’.“Good evening sir, can I get you a table,” he said obviously looking at my expensive suit instead of my face.I just replied with, “No. I already ate at the bar earlier. It seems you wouldn’t seat me when I arrived in shorts and a t-shirt. I will just go grab a seat with the boss’s daughter and her friend.”He obviously had no idea how to answer the. I ran his tongue up and down Sushila’s arse-crack then changed tactic, swirling his tongue in circles around the hole.Once I’d wet it enough I began to push my way up there, squeezing my tongue Sushila’s shaved arsehole and finally into her rectum. “Uuuuuuh, Prashant, that’s gooood!” Sushila groaned, eyes closed as her rectum was invaded.My cock was pulsing, so hard it almost ached.I gently stroked it with one hand, using my other to idly finger Sushila’s tight hot cunt whilst i concentrated on. Wendy turned her attention to her fucker, encouraging him. “Come on and give it to me good. Cum in me so my husband can do his duty and eat my fucking cunt!”Dan felt his trusts quicken and the guy released a deep grunt. “That’s it, my beautiful fucker, fill me up!”The guy slowed to a stop and there was a quick two-way move as Dan went between her legs and she sucked her fucker’s cock clean. He watched the husband licked his cum from his wife’s pussy and coating her nipples.Wendy motioned Dan up. It was more like a child being punished in public. Humiliation. Almost the opposite of being a stripper, I think" Sam hesitated. Blushing. "Like being spanked.” “Yes,” I said. “Punished like a child. For being naughty. I told you that you would be. Now you’ll be a good girl." “Or maybe I’ll get even. You never know. But you’d just better be careful over the next few days.” “Now don’t be cheeky or I’ll pull down your pants in front of people again.” Sam considered this. “Or maybe I’ll spank your.