All he needed was the right leverage.Vinod granny just nodded for an answer.Instead of wearing my normal t-shirt and booty-shorts, I wore my black leather mini skirt, with the matching leather v-neck Big Tits top that really showed off my amazing tits.After turning on my music and setting up my camera, I heard C.J. entering my bedroom.He smiles a bit.She inched forward, her mound contacted my chin and she rubbed.Prema told me it is her safe period he mumbled as she licked his dick head and the love hole on the tip.I felt Glory's eyes lusting after me. They were locked on me as I fucked deep and hard into Gretchen.A short, college-aged girl with ebony skin and a mess of black braids.She looks me up and down ‘You clean up well’ she smiles.Julie looked up at her mistress' and said What do you want me to do mistress?Don’t worry, the fat attorney said.But now that he actually had his hand on my pussy, it was perfectly okay for him to say the word 'pussy' to me as much as he wanted.Natalie says playfully. However, we had not eaten since breakfast and it had been a busy and exciting day. I knew that Scarlett was as hungry as I was. We began with a selection from the antipasto course—steamed mussels for me and wild mushroom strudel for Scarlett. Both were excellent. Next Scarlett selected Tomato Basil Bisque while I had Potato Leek soup. We agreed to split a large house salad on our waiter’s recommendation.For an entrée I ordered the Lamb Ossobucco—the same thing I had ordered the first time I was here-- while Scarlett selected the Seafood Lasagna. We finished with Hennessy VSOP Brandy and a flourless chocolate cake and staggered granny out the door and up the street to the hotel once we had finished. I hadn’t eaten so much in ages, but we were celebrating so I thought Big Tits it was okay to overeat. Apparently, Scarlett agreed.The real celebration began as soon as we had entered the suite. Scarlett efficiently stripped the clothes from my body while I struggled with the tiny buttons on her blouse. Whoever invented these things must have been a man-hating monster of a bitch. After a few minutes frustration Scarlett took pity on me. She was laughing when she asked why I hadn’t covered tiny buttons when I studied bra removal. She had the blouse off in seconds.