...................................30 months later.I walked across the white tiled floor the sound of my 5-inch white heelson my shoes clicking as I w...alked along. I had a white canvas skirt on athree-inch slit at the back, a cream blouse clung to my body. My make-upwas light to suit the heat my hair a mass of blonde curls based on a lookRhianna had in a magazine I had seen. A light cream jacket was slung overone arm a white leather Moschino bag hung from my shoulder. Behind me thehotel porter. " I insist," said Lynsey forcefully. "Now what are you having?" In that case, same again and thanks for letting me stay," Jack said it butreally didn't mean it.Lynsey got up to help Steve with the drinks leaving Jack with Brian. Steve meta friend at the bar and instead of coming back to sit down he brought thedrinks over and stayed with Lynsey at the bar. Brian chatted to 'Ellen', they talked about work and how 'she' had met hissister. He seemed genuinely keen on tennis as well. After a while. Terrell gives my butt cheek a hard slap; I squeal out as the instant fiery pleasure blooms on my soft backside. He spreads my globes and I can feel the room’s air contact my heated core. “Ohh, yeah,” he groans out looking at my needy vaginal opening and dark puckered rosebud. He dips a couple digits into my folds and circles my entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet and ready baby.” “Please,” I beg. “I need your cock pounding into me.” “I’m happy to oblige a lady who asks so sweetly,” Terrell says. As I'm doing this, Master is lining up behind her and starts to push his cock against her tight rosebud. She's moaning in pleasure and in pain. He takes his time opening her and once he is inside and she is used to his girth and length, he starts to thrust. It's clear that he wants to finish in her arse so he fucks her hard and fast. I do my best below her by bringing my hips up to meet his thrusts. She's screaming in pleasure but, with my hands under my bum still handcuffed, I'm rather.