Now on the second hotel…well actually the third if you include the London tryst, where in fact the room was a virtual stank fuck toilet by the time ...they were done…~I sat straddling the luggage rack again…my half prolapsed very used holes hung low through the luggage straps, I watched him tie me to it …red rope…then my tits are bulging, veins throbbing, he’s teasing my nipples with a cigarette..fuck I want to be burnt…put the fukker out on my tit flesh you cunt!!…mark me up…like dirty George. I love it when Natasha starts kissing her way down my spine. But am surprised when she kisses my arse hole and sticks her tongue in while playing with my balls. That’s some feat of timing considering she manages to do it while my arse is going up and down like a piston. I hardly notice the extra weight when Natasha lies on top of me and places her arms around me. Joan’s eyes go wide when she realises I’ve Natasha lying on me. Natasha, that kinky girl, slips her hands between us and plays with. She was looking for some Punjabi dresses and in other tab she had opened lingerie section I clicked on that tab saw a different kinds of bras.I was checking out those and got so much involved that I didn’t noticed when she came back with a glass of juice and was standing beside me and looking into the screen. I had got a hardon in my jeans so I moved adjust it and saw her and got scared but she didn’t say anything was just looking into the screen and later saw at me and hide her face in shy. I. She was leaning onto the information desk at the record and book store where I worked, and she smiled the perfect smile that beautiful women do so well. Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I immediately slipped into ‘helpful employee’ mode (trying not to enter ‘helpful employee staring at gorgeous babe’ mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look helpful. ‘What’s your name?’ she asked in a bright voice. Not.