thigh high table and Ai Kato's skirt was lifted. Questing fingers shoved themselves into Ai Kato's prepared anal passage and worked back and forth in Ai Kato's hole. The buzz of conversation continued as though nothing was happening to her. Someone would come, a waitress would be here soon to get their drinks and still those fingers worked in Ai Kato's backdoor. A second set of fingers joined them. Both of them were working on Ai Kato's asshole, displaying her pale, welted ass and bound state to anyone who walked by. She felt Ai Kato's pussy begin to drip. Four fingers were in her hole. She was pulled upright, at least two fingers still in Ai Kato's asshole just as the waitress walked up to their table. Joanna stood, knees bent, Ai Kato's back to Robin, and gave her order in a quavering voice. All the while Robin's fingers were busy in Ai Kato's asshole, working in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in time with the The waitress gave Joanna a strange look as Ai Kato's eyes glazed over,
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