All my excitement drained the moment Creeper and Barbie waltzed inside the Town car. My mood was suddenly sullen, so much so that even wearing my limited edition Dior halter top with shorts from their resort wear line that I managed to get my hands on our trip to Dubai- didn't cheer me up. I was so excited and had almost forgotten about these two.

Next thing I know, Barbie is straddling Creeper, and suddenly his dick is out and inside her....I guess underwear is optional for some people, especially Barbie. I can feel his gaze on my burning a hole in me, my own need starting to pool between my legs...Was I a voyeur? Did people having sex in public places turn me on? Was I a bigger pervert than these two? Was he gonna spank her? The way his fingers dug into her Ass cheeks, I was almost waiting for the silicone to leak out...I knew Natasha from the SFO society pages, not that I read them; I did a paper on social media influence and trends. She was front and center of the report. Her father was a big shot as per the papers, so even though she was caught in a DUI multiple times along with numerous counts of indecent exposure ( exhibit A everyone, mentally pointing toward the porno in front of my eyes) and she had been to rehab on several occasions for popping pills. I wouldn't pass snorting coke past her, so who was the guy with her? Was he her boyfriend? Fiance? Society girls like Natasha couldn't do anything wrong; they were as shallow as they came. She would also have an arranged marriage for a stronger alliance who would probably fuck multiple whores while she vacations and spends his money, and the nannies took care of at least one heir. They will have one legitimate heir by hook or crook. By fucking, an IVF surrogate, anything infertility for her wasn't an option, or he would find another concubine elsewhere.

They were finally done, and I looked at the guy; his usually slicked back dark brown hair was tousled, and his clothes a mess; they had also changed into more vacation-y resort-y clothes, his fitted salmon-colored ralph lauren shorts and his Tommy Bahama fitted shirt went perfectly with his chiseled face and sculpted body, with his top buttons open, a little bit of hair peaked through it, and his bread was neatly trimmed. She was wearing a KOBI HALPERIN sheer top with buttons undone to her belly button, which had one of those dangling tacky rings in the shape of the Playboy bunny crusted in diamonds, real ones; knowing who she was, pretty sure she didn't get it from Claire's. she probably had a jeweler on stand by to make it for her, or maybe a gift from her boyfriend/fiance Creeper? Not fiance, don't see an obnoxiously large diamond ring on her finger. She was wearing the Loro Piana Lelis summertime linen skirt, underwear optional, of course.

Thank god they were done; now, maybe I can start small talk since we are going to the same place.....but next thing I know, Barbie has his dick in her hand...his pulsing, red, thick dick in her hand, it's veins popping, and she started sucking him while playing with her tits,

Thats IT !!!! God, what sort of twilight fuckery had I entered through the VIP lounge? Before I could stop and compose myself, I blurted out, "Oh, you have got to be kidding me; get a fucking room"!!! Barbie looked at me almost like I was the sum of the earth hindering her pleasure and spat out, "Who the fuck are you"?