It isn't long before Kenny is trying to hold back wild moans, as she grows closer to orgasm. John smiles and without warning, slides two if his thick ...fingers into her soaked pussy. She lets out a gasp as he starts to finger her. "Shhhh," he says with a coy smile, "you don’t want to wake your sister, do you?" She shakes her head, but can’t help but moan more at his comment, knowing her sister could wake at any time and see her husband eating his sister-in-law. "That’s not quite enough," he. She let me go then stood in front of me. Staring at me, as I stared back at her. “I danced for years, showing my body to rich men, poor men. It didn't matter how much they made or how little. Each night they would give up their hard earned money, just to watch me, take my clothes off.” she smiled.“It wasn't long until I realized. I really didn't have to do anything, this body would do it all for me,” she said.“Why me?” I asked.“You don't remember me?” she laughed.“Should I?” I asked.“Of course. We even had a limited budget in the gift shops. In return, we would evaluate and give our opinions of our hosts, their facilities, and their staff. We would have at least one full meal, breakfast or dinner, or even both at our discretion, per day during our stay, use the various facilities, etc and then when we returned home report on our experience. Once in a while we would be asked to do the same for their competitors, just to see how they stacked up. San Diego was their top west-coast. Vathsala made sure that it stayed that way. She crossed my path numerous times; each time looking at my crotch with that knowing smile and making my cock pulsate within its fabric cage. And more than a couple of times she dropped something on the floor and bent down to take it, exposing a good portion of her back thighs for me. Her short tight skirt rode up each time she did that and I wondered whether she was wearing any panties – I was sure I could’ve seen them if she did. Towards the.