”She was still for a moment and then arched her ass slightly toward him. When she felt that it wasn't going too hurt much, she managed to push back ...against the cock, welcoming it inside. The Satyr felt Beth's anus start to relax and pressed forward a little deeper. He began to move, pushing in and pulling out slowly, going deeper every time. His cock hauled the tightly puckered ring of Beth’s anus back and forth. When he was halfway in he paused and then – without warning – he rammed all his. Where could he be, she pondered to herself, as she looked around his room."Jack?" she called out."Yeah! I'm in here!" a voice bellowed back.Christine turned and stepped down the hall as she entered her own room. She noticed the sweet smell of perfume that caught anyone's nostrils as they entered her boudoir.She found Jack standing in her bedroom, holding the towel in one hand and her missing clothes in the other."What the fuck, Jack. Who said you could take those!" she called to him as she. At first she didn’t seem to know where we were, but as we got our bags off the luggage rack she whispered ‘sorry about earlier, I’ll make it up to you’. The expression ‘you’re damned right you will’ went through my mind, but I resisted saying it out loud. At the reception desk we both checked into to our respective rooms, which as it turned out were right next to each other. Walking down the corridor my room was the first we came to, and I thought Julia would follow me in, but she said ‘I need. That maid now stared at both me and Manoj with suspicious eyes at our oily skin and towels. Now my wife made it more worse saying Manoj was here to maalish me. This I think blew the bubble in that maid’s pussy.She said Manoj is very good at massage and even she liked it. I playfully patted Manoj saying he has customers everywhere. The Maid also said she has seen him first time massaging a man. She had a smirk again. To this I replied he was actually massaging my wife but also ended up doing me..