“I would like to see the process going.” - He said shaleya from his own courage. Always dreamed of spying on how women tanned in a tanning salon.
- No problem. - shook her head Hale. Please go to the seventh office of Miss Wayne. I'll join you in a couple of minutes.

The administrator and the visitor silently watched Summer as if the somnambulist straightened, picked up her bag from the floor and hid in the corridor with her heels. Just entering the already familiar little room with a solarium capsule, Summer realized that all this time she had held the dress's hem with her hand and did not even notice that her panties had finally collapsed and were now dragging behind her while hanging out on her left ankle. Imagining what could have happened if she walked like that on the street, the woman almost burst into tears. She turned into some kind of ugly, shameless doll, and if it goes on like this she will soon be in a madhouse. Symptoms of madness every time manifested brighter. On the one hand, she experienced conscious disgust and horror, and on the other, she was instantly excited to fall into a state close to ecstasy. Now, in spite of all the experiences, she wanted to masturbate to the gnashing of teeth, to stop experiencing the narcotic intoxication of paroxysm of sensuality. If it were not for the difficult situation, she would have already slid down the wall shamelessly spreading her legs and violently tearing her crotch with her hand.

“I'm becoming some sexy girl,” the woman muttered, holding back a hysterical laugh.

After removing the crumpled dress over her head, she hung it on its hanger very much hoping that the folds would be smoothed out while she was sunbathing. Nervously tried to shake off her panties on the floor, raised them feeling that they were completely wet. I turned to the door and stumbled upon my own reflection in the large mirror. A naked woman in high-heeled shoes with a burning mad look and a strange expression on her face was looking at her. Summer touched the marks on her neck that Gail had left after her nails and unexpectedly smiled lustfully at herself. The left palm of the woman crawled on her stomach with her own strength, pressing hard on him, reached the burning hot pubis and perineum. The woman sobbed with a vulture, sucked into her lungs. She bent her bulging ass as if trying to avoid contact with the fingers of the vagina. Medium, moving the skin crawled along the trunk of the clitoris and a wave of trembling swept through the body. She spread her legs wider and stuck out her groin, in order to see better how the finger began to perform circular movements accelerating around the clitoris.

Summer sobbed again, her chest beginning to heave like blacksmiths. Covering her right palm with her left palm, she inserted two fingers into the vagina with a clearly audible whipping sound and began to thrust them sharply inwards in the rhythm of a finger's movement along the clitoris.

She was almost finished when Gale and Phil entered the open door. Summer had time to turn her back to the entrance, pulling her hands away from the crotch, blushing like a naughty girl who was caught at the scene of a crime. Even if they didn’t notice the characteristic rich smell of excited flesh that filled the small room, Gale's nose wings fluttered and she threw Summer’s auto-covering nipples and smelled her hands with a strange look from which the woman felt uneasy.

“Put Miss Wayne's bikini on, so that Phil can see what it looks like on your body.”

Without turning around, Summer took her bathing panties from an administrator if it was possible to call it an interlacing of ropes and cords. She sat down in a chair and leaned over, about to unbutton the strap on her left shoe.

“No need to take them off,” Gail said hastily.

Confused in the interweaving of strips of skin fearing to cling to the heels of a woman wore panties to the knees and got up starting to shake her hips slowly pulling the work of art of Brazilian designers up. She had to spin in front of two strangers straightening twisted strips of skin, straightening them at the waist and buttocks, making sure that each rope would find its place according to the lines of unburned skin. Lastly, she smoothed out a purely symbolic skin triangle covering the lower third of the pubis. A strip that runs along the crotch immediately slammed between the labia, pressing down on the clitoris, and Summer almost groaned in despair by biting her lip.

Gail ordered the woman to raise her arms above her head and spread them apart. Summer obediently followed the instructions standing to the mirror. She closed her eyes, unable to look at the two reddened faces from the lust of her eagerly gazing at her body, a wave of wild shame rolled over her again.

When she asked the man to move away, Gale pulled a bottle of tanning lotion out of a brunette's bag and squeezed it into her palm and began to distribute the liquid through the teacher's body with confident soft rubbing movements. She reached Summer's waist, not bothering to press the spray gun several times, sprinkling oily lotion on the brunette's ass, enchanted looking like transparent streams flowing down the convex hemispheres. Gently pressing her palm onto her back, she forced Summer to lean forward and the woman dutifully bent, her head practically stuck in the groin of a man who, due to lack of free space, moved to the mirror.

Thick hair tickled Phil's crotch through his pants, which made him almost cum, feeling the sucking tickling in his scrotum. The administrator's oily fingers with a sticky rustle slid along the brunette's buttocks, she crept, squeezed, massaged juicy, but magically elastic roundness enjoying her power over the woman. Gail, as before, wanted her former school teacher to be a colick, but a bit of a strange, unlikely desire to make her do something humiliating began to mix with this. The girl first experienced the power of power. She understood that she could do whatever she wanted with Miss Wayne and felt the inexplicable thrill in her whole body and the heat in her perineum, which had long since become a pulsating lump. Gale's legs got numb and she was forced to kneel, there was so much lotion that he was sprinkling on his hair and his flushed face constantly dripping on his shirt, but she did not pay attention to it.

The middle finger of the girl’s left hand slid aside the leather band of a bikini penetrated under it and slid along the crack between the brunette’s buttocks until he reached the ribbed but tactile spot of the anus. Leaning in front of the girl administrator spattered a few more streams of lotion on a light brown spot. Summer shivered, feeling the tickling touch of the oily liquid slowly flowing along the butt cut, she involuntarily moved her head, forcing the man, who naughty pressed against her lower abdomen to clearly gasp and twitch.

Gale shook, an inexpressible feeling, foreboding, expectations appeared in her chest. She gently pressed her finger on the convex slippery opening of the sphincter and the pad fell inside unexpectedly easily so that Gail almost pulled her hand away from surprise. The phalanx squeezed immediately, the hot walls began to move as if wanting to suck a finger deeper. The most unbelievable thing for the girl was that Summer’s body swung noticeably backwards. The woman simply planted an anus on her finger, while giving a clearly audible sweet sigh. Frightened by the incomprehensible of what Hale nevertheless pulled out her finger with a sticky champ.

Summer threw up her head, burying her face in the man’s groin, she felt something firmly stretched rhythmically twitching under the fabric of her pants, rubbing against her cheek. Phil involuntarily stuck out his lower abdomen. He closed his eyes almost waking imagining how his penis poked in the face of a brunette and then dives into a wet hot mouth. A flash of sweetness was unbearable. In his underpants, it became wet and sticky, the man began to puff, feeling a simultaneous feeling of shame and delight ... Read more →