“Ok sold to Mr Hunt for one dollar!” I shouted, “Next we have Donna two,”
Lucy looked round as she felt the dog collar around her throat, “No!” she squealed but it was too late and the buttons were cascading from her sun dress revealing her ample chest, a great cheer went up as I flicked open her front fastening bra and tore her dress away revealing her tiny panties which barely hid her neat triangle of blonde pubic hair. xxx “You know, the cat mask, disguise,” I suggested, she rummaged around and extracted two different ones, “If Donna wears one and you wear the other,” I suggested. she protested as a woman’s hand sneaked from her tent like robe and prodded the girls hairless vagina, “I don’t speak Arab!”
The woman turned to the Arab with her, “How much?” she asked in Arabic, “Is she
