Her spasms set off his orgasm as her legs gave way and she collapse into a chair, moaning in pleasure. He generously allows her a few moments to catch her breath and recover a little before asking her to clean Big Tits his cock with her tongue. Claire looked at him and shook her head, she needed a rest, she was completely spent. She stood up and wobbled uncertainly back to the office. Mandy another of the hostesses was sitting drinking coffee, “Did the bastard make you cum?” she asked. “Oh god yes,” Claire admitted. “Beginners luck,” Mandy sighed, “They will soon get over the novelty and you’ll be serving drinks and wanking all evening,” she laughed. “Oh god, I can’t do this,” Claire sighed. Mandy laughed, “I would say you’re a natural, how about we do a show together?” “Er, sorry I’m not into girls,” she replied. “Neither am I but it pays the bills!” Mandy agreed, “Later perhaps?” Claire forgot the suction cups, forgot the coffee and took a big slug of Bourbon to calm her nerves before returning to the lounge. A middle aged guy known as Mr J had been watching Claire and sensing her need for a bit of tenderness after her orgasm he gently beckoned her over. He sat her on his knee and pulled her body in towards him, caressing her gently until her breathing returned to normal. "That looked like quite an orgasm,” he chuckled “Now I want to watch you have another one” He leds her over to a dining table at the other sshede of the room and ordered her to lie on it, positioning her so that she lay on her back with her feet wide apart at the corners of the table and her knees bent. A large cushion was placed under her head. He picked up a length of rope and began wrapping it around her leg, circling her thigh and shin with loops and knots that held her leg in its bent position. One end of the rope was round her ankle and the other was at her thigh and both ends were then tied to table leg to hold them in position. As he repeated the bondage on her other leg, she MILF relaxed into the feel of the soft rope sliding over her skin and the rhythmic pattern of the loops and knots. Claire realised she was left helpless, restrained in a very exposed positsheon, unable to Blowjobs move her legs either to straighten them or to bring them together. Another guy pulled up a dining chair and sat down. Claire realised that the cushion under her head was not there for her comfort, but means that she was looking directly at the man rather than at the ceiling. "Now, that’s better isn’t it,” the guy asked, “Play with your clit again, we want to watch you cum." She and I knelt down on the cushions and began kissing and fondling each other. She did something horrible to her. “Fuck Casey, you’re such a good Big Tits girl, you know that right?” Shahira said with a soft genuine voice, feeling his lips as they brushed against her cock, leaving little angel kisses all the way up and down its length. The corpse beside us on the bed also had something to do with. Who could I tell him I was visiting? “Well, MILF what are the odds? As they put her down. But she chimed in on what Jennifer said. If I was being honest, yes I did. Where do you come from?” She was wearing a very skimpy bikini with a napkin like bra, very little breast coverage. “Anything,” Blowjobs I smiled, “but don’t worry, boys; I’ll let her prove it to you later.” I said “I have it.”