The bet was on. I made a reservation at a classy hotel downtown for the next weekend. A room with a hot tub and a round, honeymoon bed. Oh, yes, fun.N...ow, you might think that, well, of course the woman will win. Yeah, maybe. But I think we all didn't really care. It was just a fun idea for a dirty weekend.We did bring robes in case we had to answer the door, like for room service for our meals, but as soon as we entered the room, each of us took off and hung up all our clothes. I then kissed. Ted grabbed a pair of sneakers from next to the door and threw them on. “What’s up, Theodore?” she drawled. He looked up angrily, “Pop called. He’s broken down on turnpike 82. Fucking Bentleys! Wants me to pick him up in the Hummer.”“Tell him and his Bentley to get bent.”Ted grimaced, “Yeah, sure, Golden Girl can do that. I try that? I’ll get bent.”He called back to Nick. “I might be an hour or two, get started on something with Sara.” ‘Don’t mind if I do,’ thought Nick.“Oh, Sah? Mom wanted to. Pleasure, laced with desperate agony. ‘Mmm… I like watching you on the edge like this! I can feel my asshole throbbing around my plug.’ The slave takes her fingers out of Ashley’s mouth and puts them onto her own clit. Her other hand gently plays with her butt plug. She gently pushes it in with her fingers as her ass tries to push it back out. She moans loudly as her sex muscles tense and swell with pleasure. This is all too much for Ashley. She can feel the pulsing waves of orgasm. She was acting dominant like a man playing with the voluptuous body of Neelu. She held the hand of Neelu and placed it in the front portion of her pants like she was a man and wanted the woman to caress his cock. Neelu’s hand was moving all over her zipper in excitement.Mamta pulled Neelu’s top and removed it and before Neelu could do anything, she raised Neelu’s hands and pushing them against the wall took Neelu’s nipple inside her mouth and started sucking it wildly. Neelu was going mad.She.