S. BermanDear Mr. Berman, My day off was last Wed. so the relief maid left 3 hotel soaps which we are instructed by the management. I took the 6 soaps... which were in your way on the shelf and put them in the soap dish where your Dial was. I put the Dial in the medicine cabinet for your convenience. I didn’t remove the 3 complimentary soaps which are always placed inside the medicine cabinet for all new check-ins and which you did not object to when you checked in last Monday. Please let me know. I am ready for this, it is the usual finale to this marvelous act and yet as always I tense up a little. His slaps help me relax until we both feel my orgasm build. On the next stroke he gets rougher and then with each following stroke begins to build towards our mutual release. My body begins to twitch as my orgasm builds. Finally I cum and the muscles surrounding his cock contract and send him tumbling over the edge at the same time. We collapse to the bed. He releases my hands and pulls the. His pace increased a little and then a little more. His moans became more commonplace while his son’s eyes were closed in fervent rapture. The girls were startled when they saw their father’s hands grasp Caci’s head more firmly and they hoped their father would not figure things out. They looked to Uncle Avan and he calmed them by shaking his head in silent assurance that Yuri was oblivious.The man was fucking now. Yes, fucking. Like a man desperate for release, Yuri clung to the mouth-whore. Amira made notes, dispassionately cajoling Emma into remembering how many times she had been beaten, and by whom, and with what. She exhibited no obvious sympathy for Emma’s experience, but asked detailed questions about how she had been penetrated, and by whom (or what) and whether she had succumbed to orgasms. Finally, she closed her notebook and stood up. ‘OK, that will do for now, Leila. I’ll get these notes typed up, and then you can go through them. If you think of anything else that.