Maybe TV’ Dipti lied. Dipti hung the phone and walks toward the hall. She didn’t hear anything the next door.Was it my imagination, thought Dipti ...and went back to work.After almost two hours she heard the choking noise again. She shut all her paper and called up the front desk again.‘Hi this is Dipti again…!. How did the women next door died?’ she asked the guy.‘She was strangled’ said the Front desk guy. Dipti said goodbye to him and keeps the phone.‘She was strangled??’ said Dipti to herself.. Her arousal had her almost gushing. Stan tasted his beautiful lady again, running his tongue lightly over her pubic hair, gathering the dew. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, spreading her a little more as he quested further with his tongue. He nibbled with his lips, he deliberately bumped with his nose, he played games with his tongue, always moving over her. He licked at the crease between her inner and outer labia, then ran his tongue down to her portal and tasted there some more,. You were in pretty rough shape when you came in. You can thank your friends for your life. Without them, you wouldn't be here now."What friends? He must be talking about the two men from the cellar who pulled my attacker off me. I didn't even know them, though one of them seemed vaguely familiar without the pain and terror of that night interfering with my ability to think. But I still couldn't make any positive identification of either of them."How long have I been in here and when can I go. I smiled back at him before slowly turning around and arching my back whilst pushing my ass in the air. Placing both hands on my butt cheeks and spreading the the firm flesh to reveal my well fucked pussy and gaping just fucked ass. Hubby moaned softly as I giggled and said.“I’ve been a very slut tonight! I’ve let a strange man stick his cock in my mouth, then my shaved pussy and finally he fucked my ass. Filling every hole with his delicious spunk and I fucking loved being his slut!” Said in a.