Afterward, on the way down, she again got on the elevator. We laughed at the coincidence and discovered we were both going to the restaurant. I lagged... behind her and saw her join her husband at a table. I asked the waiter to seat me next to them.After eating I walked over, said hello to them, and shook hands with her husband. I told them how nice it was to hear a southern accent since I too was from the South. I left right after that and returned to my room. Since I didn't know them at all. I was once again tied with my buttocks facing the sky. Till now i canat even move. One of my fuckers, pushed a hand into my chotthi gandas hole. My buttocks were felt apart as one was in north and other was in south. He made good hard strokes. I was dying of pain, but who cared. They were all laughing. All of them, except my husband, practiced that. Then came another thing. One of them introduced two hands, one after the other, into my gand and fucked my gand with his hands. And believe me it. "Hey babe I'm in the shower" you hear coming from the bathroom on the back. "I'll be out in a sec" You walk to the fridge and grab a beer, resting on the couch as you sip it, trying to let the stress of the day at work melt away. Your look around the apartment and notice how clean everything is for once, Kay's doing no doubt. "Im lucky to have found her" you mutter to yourself in between sips.Kay isn't anything particularly special, 5'5 with brown hair and greenish brown eyes, a flattish ass. In high-school, she had been the good girl. Her mother didn’t let her date much and her father kept all six of his daughters locked down until they finished high school. They were tall and slender, but Cynthia was short and petite. She stood about 5-1 and weighed 110. The booty wasn’t too big, but it looked tight. He knew of several who had tried to explore her charms, only to be shot down. Most nights, he would stroke himself while lying in bed thinking about her, the one that got away. He had.