Jenny and Tanya in old Amsterdam – part 3: Chinato

Jenny and Tanya in old Amsterdam – part 3: ChinatoAfter their first orgasms in the basement of the old comix outlet, Mr. Peterson had collected their wet panties and lead his young guests in a short walk around the corner to a large Chienese shop, fully packed with a wide choice of exotic goods and herbs. Having his own choice of home-grown herbs, Mr. Peterson rather cared to find a rare light and thin flexible tool, and he was sure to encounter something useful there kadıköy escort for his ladies, who were gazing around excitedly at all goods on offer. Soon he found what he´d been looking for. And selected two exquisite small twig-like instruments. He called the girls to attention and tried the twigs on them. They giggled and sighed from longing to new special treatments. With the new üsküdar escort toys and a small portion of P3 they left for a quick bite in one of many small Chinese restaurants – real Chinese, as they mostly catered Chinese clients. The girls sat at the other side of the table.Mr. Peterson ordered a slightly spicy fish-soup for all three of them and took out the wet panties for a deep sniff to enchance his appetite for a bit of tuzla escort hot soup. Girls giggling nervously, half embarrassed, half exited by what would be up next.After their light bite, he walked the ladies back. Opposite the crazy comix cellar is “Casablanca”, a famous cabaret and club, which featured the first ever black jazz in Holland sixty years ago. Inside it was a bit dark, only low light and red velvet in the hallway. He encouraged the girls to walk on, with their new Chinese magic sticks tickling their bottoms. He took them to a secluded spot and with almost unnotable wink of his eye, the performing magician on stage showed he recognized his guest.What will happen in Casablanca next?Winning answers will earn a year-long free subscription to my stories!Earlier parts to be found in my profile.