Warren, that will be good. However I would love a coffee if there is any going." Of course, Madam. I'll bring it to your room."I was in the middle of ...unpacking when she came in with the coffee. I was just putting away the last few of Rich's clothes. I had opened my suitcase but not touched my clothes, therefore Mrs. Warren started to unpack my stuff. She put aside some pieces saying "I run the iron over these, they seem to be a little creased." Thank you Mrs. Warren." I took a sip of the. The guy in front of her groaned, pulled his cock out and spunked right onto her face. I was now in front and watched as it splashed all over her chin and nose. It looked he wasn't the first. Matted clumps hung from her hair and she greedily opened her mouth to get the last spurts. Her choker was twisted, the word 'slut' at the side not the front and also looked a bit stained."That's a good slut!" Alistair said to her. "Take another fucking load. That's her fifth on her face and in her mouth and. Cleanliness. It makes all the oral stuff so much easier. I don't like to taste last night's curry on a girl's twat and I certainly don't want the smell or taste of you know what round at the backdoor. But I like anal sex, and clearly Britney Spears liked anal sex too. As I thrust my cock into her ass cheeks, I felt that delicious burn as I nudged up into the "egg cup" as I call it. That delicious space up against her anus, that seems to hug your knob, as her butt-cheeks grip you in their soft. Being chosen 'to serve Kathool' meant an agonizing death at the hands of His priests, followed by eons of tortured existence, dancing in the dreams of the Sleeping God until at last one's soul was absorbed into Kathool's own foul substance. "His hired assassins will seek you out, and you will wish that you could die as easily as did his favorite daughter." I think not." The other priest chuckled evilly. "He will accept the fact that you are gone from his house for ever. Perhaps he will even be.