It was a fantasy that still fascinated her and, more importantly, excited her no end. Jennifer was anxious to get to the hotel. She had arrived a day ...before the conference so that she could have this first night to herself. Well … nearly to herself. Jenny, as everyone called her, always remembered the house maid, Louise, who had taken care of her while her mother was a professional golfer and travelling the country. Louise was a French woman who had emigrated a decade ago. Her English was. Now, Elmer. Or else..."He felt Betty's sharp nails dig into the skin of his scrotum and the pressure begin to build around his balls as she began to squeeze. He closed his eyes and kissed his insistent tormentor. His tongue sought hers in an unholy French kiss. Her hand released his testicles and slid up to massaged his shaft. Elmer felt his cock growing despite fear and pain. Surely, he thought, his wife couldn't be enjoying the attentions of the well-hung, athletic, Mr B. The seed of doubt. “I'm sure something will come up," she added, eying the dangling cock between his thighs.Susan grabbed the soap bar from his hand and stepped into the shower behind him. She started at his broad shoulders, massaging him as she went, and watching the soap bubbles cascade down his back. Her hands trailed down, following the course of the water until they reached his ass – a pair of nice round buttocks that looked as good out of pants as in them. She gave them a little squeeze.Her hands continued. After a few minutes, Saira pleaded that she wanted me inside her. I positioned myself and thrust my dick into her wet, hot pussy. She sucked it in like a vacuum pump. I thrust my dick home, all the way up into her, and she gasped. She wrapped her legs around me.She tried to grind her clit up against me. I pumped her hard, taking long strokes. Then I went deep into her, grinding my hips up against her. I was pulling her up with my hands under her ass. “Oh yeah, yes yes, Rahul. Fuck me, fuck me.