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Darius…will you shut up for a minute? I’m calling to ask why Ray and the other driver are not allowed to join my group for dinner at my expense?” I’m still fuming. “Um, well it’s our policy that drivers and customers are not to mingle.” He tried to explain. “Tell me Darius, who owns this limo company?” “Tom amateur Jaxson.” Darius replied webcam very hesitantly. “Tom? Not Bob Jaxson?” “No sir, Thomas Jaxson is the owner.” “Ok, fair enough. I’m letting you know indian that your rule is ridiculous. If I, the customer want them to join us then I should get what I want…. correct?” I’m still annoyed. “Yes sir” he said sheepishly. “OK then, my group is inviting both of our drivers to join us for dinner. Don’t worry, they won’t have any alcohol to drink. They are professionals.” I’m slowly getting less annoyed. “Yes sir.” I just hung up. “Well, Ray you teen and your counterpart are joining my group for dinner.” I said smiling because I got my way. We arrived at the restaurant. The back of the limo went silent. I knew what everyone was thinking…. ‘what the hell?’ and they were right. I moved the lever and again my legs flew apart. Philip shook teen his head incredulously. He remembered the forest, the walking, the bear, and then he remembered the scuffle and for a moment was confused and surprised to still be alive. "Woman's work. Sure, it could be argued that he was successful based on his merit, but you don't need to knock the other man down to get ahead, you just need to work harder. I’d forgotten all about these problems until it came to me getting the bags out of the car and taking them up to our room, a group of teenage boys whistled at me showing them my ass. We went for a quick tour of the new offices. “Bless you.” I joked. It felt like forever. The flaps were being pulled by the vicious alligator clamps, attached to webcam the base of Fiona's stockings. Even without my weapon, I still beat you.” "YOU DO YOU WANT ME TO SLAP YOU WITH THEM?" she violently shimmied and jerked her shoulders in rotation to get some major tittie slapping action going. The club has a very sensual and romantic atmosphere with warm colours, dim, coloured lights, a calm background lounge-music, mixed with the smell of incense. On the way home that evening Lucy told me that she thought that Liz would be okay once she got over the indian shock of the first amateur few punters seeing her. I felt my pants starting to twitch again as I watched that dick rub up and down her slit and get coated in her pussy juices before getting the head ready for penetration. I open my mouth and suck it in. It’s still hot; the taste is strong and salty. I replied “last weekend”.