I could feel this black guy was fumbling with his zipper. The next thing I knew; he was sawing his hard cock between my legs touching my pussy on ever...y stroke. I sensed there was no way he was going to get that into me since we were jammed against each other upright. But I thought it would have been fun, though.I did not care about his cock rubbing my thong; it felt good. Somehow, he managed to pull my thong aside; so, his hard dick was touching my clit as he humped fore and aft. I felt other. I made a bit of show out of it, holding the cups to my breast as I pulled my arms free of the straps. His attention was fully on me and that was what I wanted for the finale. I hung the bra by a strap on the same hanger as the dress, then turned away from him, hook my thumbs in the thong and wiggled it down over my hips and thighs. As I dropped it to my feet, I bent from the waist to retrieve it. That was when I heard it.“Oh … my … God.”I put the thong with my shoes and turned to him, stepping. I tried not to be distracted, but I barely made it through Corrine's climax. As soon as my big-titted blonde lover finished coming, I leaned back and let myself go—watching as long trails of boiling semen blasted out of me and splashed onto Corrine's pubic hair, dripping down between her legs.But other than that, my various rendezvous with the three girls were all one-on-one.I saw substantially less of the two couples we were staying with, as they kept mostly to the privacy of their own rooms.. About halfway down the hallway is a large common bathroom with multiple toilets and showers with no dividers. There are no windows in this part of the building, and the darkness is absolute.Working deeper down the hall, I pause outside a large doorway, peering into a treatment room with a hard-mounted metal examination table, a metal chair and an electrical panel with gauges on the far wall. My professional ego told me to get good photos of this room while my gut urges me to flee. I stay, I.