The huge man scooted forward and perched himself on the edge of his seat. He was ready to attack but hold back. It was clear that Franca was the one running the show.
She struted over to Randy and stood in front of him, looking down her nose into his eyes. The rage was building. She wind up and backhanded him across the cheek.
"f*****g slut!" she shrieked.
His face stinged as franca pulled up her skirt and straddled his lap. She began to dry-hump his stiff d**k and pulling the hair at the back of his head. Her hand found their way to his chest. She pinched his n*****s and rolls them between her thumb and forefingers. Randy began to breath hard. Soon, she stopped and pulled back.
"OK," She said to the crowd. "Go get her."
Randy checked his watch, it has already passed the time he repor
