“Oooo…”, she cried. “You‘re a dirty little bitch…”, I said to her. “I am…”, she replied. “You‘re going to get fucked now…do ...you understand”, I said. “Yes….oh yes please…”, she retorted. I started to fuck her faster and harder than before. “Is this how you want to get fucked…”, I said as I thrust into her hard. She said nothing and just groaned into the sofa. “Is this how you want to get fucked…”, I repeated louder, as I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back forcibly as I thrust my cock into. Marjorie was very self-conscience walking along without a bra on good thing it was only 50 feet to next door. Ali opened the door to the underwear shop and they stepped in. Jeromes sister Germaine came up. She and Ali embraced and again kissed each other full on the lips. Welcome Ali this way. She turned and headed to the private lower level fitting room. Stepping through the door Marjorie was entering another totally alien space. Plush carpet with a wall of mirrors. They sat down on the seats. Certainly the parts were pretty familiar although she never been agile enough to lick her own pussy, so that was a new and very interesting experience.They emerged from the berth topless, giving the four guys a visual treat. When she got a drink put her hand, Miki pulled the bearer to her tits for a couple of quick nibbles, a little taste of things to “come”. Her proclivity for uncommitted fucking was known to one of the crew and shared with the others. They were all looking forward to enjoying. Too bad this hotel only has three floors, otherwise I could go up to the roof and throw myself off, and end this miserable existence. But there is nothing above five floors in this small town, and that's not high enough to make sure I would be dead if I splattered. I think I read somewhere that you had to be up at least seven stories to reach terminal velocity and be able to kill yourself from the fall. I guess I will have to go to a big city and jump off one of their buildings. Maybe I'll try.