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Click hereIt took a while to get served and during that time a few hands went up my skirt and up my top. By the time I got served I was quite close to cumming and the barman must have recognised the signs because he had a big grin on his face.
Over the next couple of hours my 2 lower holes got invaded about a dozen times and my tits mauled just as many times; and I orgasmed twice.
I was feeling happy and tired when I finally left that bar. I had to lean on a wall and take a few deep breaths before I could think about getting back to the hotel. The thing was, I hadn't a clue where I was, or how to get to the bus station. In the end I just walked until I could flag down a taxi and got the driver to take me to San Antonio.
By the time I got out of the taxi I was feeling a bit more energetic. I could hear, and see some more fireworks going off so I walked passed the roundabout with that strange egg shaped lump of concrete, and into the 'square' where there was quite a lot of activity. I wandered around then deciding that none of it was very interesting, I turned and headed back to the hotel.
Back in my room I showered then lay on my bed with the control to my bullet in my hand.
After letting the bullet bring me to 2 very nice orgasms I switched it off and went to sleep.
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