“Doing a show for Seven Thirty, Watersports, the guys love it” Leila explained, “It takes weeks of training though, maybe you’re into it?”
“No I don’t swim,” Sammy confessed. The flow continued, she started to cramp. The street was deserted. Training Samantha part 2. Lenny dried Sammy’s backside with a cool air dryer and then he lubed up a thin butt plug and eased it up Sammy’s back passage. “Please I want to go home now,” Sammy whined. “Maybe next time,” Lenny said, “Go home, eat and rest girl, you had enough fucking for now.”
“Oh at least let us fix your make up hon,” Leila suggested, “Lets go out back where the punters can’t see.”
“What do you mean?” Sammy demanded. He grasped Sammy by her wrists and made her bend forward. “Mike,” she protested, “Help me.”
“Sure Honey,” Mike agreed. “Sure, Levis send a message, skirts send a message,” Mike agreed, “Tomorrow maybe?”
“Tomorrow,” Sammy agreed as they arrived back at Mike’s office,
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sammy promised, “Bye!” Read 22764 times |
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