It felt exactly the same as it always had.She turned the water off and got out to dry off. She looked at herself in the mirror. There were no hickeys ...on her breasts or neck ... no sign that anything had happened. She felt relief and disappointment at the same time. If he’d fucked her, it would be over and she wouldn’t have to worry about that any more.She combed out her hair and gathered it to toss down the back of the robe she put back on. She could still smell the faint odor of vomit coming. His pants soon followed the shirt and he stood there briefly clad only in boxers as if waiting for Kimmy’s approval. She nodded appreciatively, as she figured that was the polite thing to do in these circumstances. Having dispensed with the ego gratification he moved to the more pleasurable aspects of his visit. He pulled up Kimmy’s camisole just high enough to reveal her breasts. They were normal sized, maybe a little bigger. After all they were c-cups and they went well with her not-quite. . . and then the doors of the elevator opened . . . The elevator quickly emptied out, and I yanked my hand out of your pants. You began to walk towards the opening of the elevator, but I put my left hand, my thumb still hot and slick with your juice, on your shoulder and stopped you, and I pressed the button for the twelfth floor with my right.Some people tried to enter the elevator, but I shook my head and shut the doors on them. Before the doors were fully closed my lips were crushing yours,. You won't object to me publicly fucking your wife's face?Tell him 'No' you coward."No," croaked Hack."Good," said Adolf, taking the negative to mean Hack wouldn't object. "Magda, may we have some suitable music. Something with a bit of bounce." Yes. Sir." said Magda. The trio paused, consulted, then began a cheery polka, only slightly off key."So, get on your knees Fiona," said Adolf. As the blonde sank to her knees between the trousered legs of her principal jailer he muttered, "One hint of.