For the first time that night she orgasmed, and what an orgasm it was. He slippery cunt gripped like a vice on his tongue as she let her juices run in...o his mouth. "Oh god" she said breathlessly, falling back onto the table.The man stood in front of her. Seeing her open legs he moved towards her. His dick found its target with ease. Slowly he pushed in. Eliciting a moan from both parties. My god he thought, it was like her pussy was made from velvet. And the tightness, it was like fucking a. I was "attacked" in the very, very best possible way and meaning of the word.Tiffany dropped to her knees in front of me and began to undo my pants. Laura, from behind, began to pull up my shirt. Erin dropped to the floor to work on my shoes and socks. Sara was the smart one. While I was being undressed, she undressed. I stared at Sara's increasingly naked body until Tiffany took my dick into her mouth.I groaned and looked down at the beautiful girl.I looked back up and Sara was sliding onto. She said something like, "I'm not fucking drunk! Jesus, I'm not drunk!"Every syllable was rolled, slurred, and forced. She was so hammered she had no idea what she was saying.He watched her stumble up the stairs, and then into her bedroom. He heard a loud thump, and then more laughter, and then the sound of springs being depressed as she undoubtedly fell onto her mattress.George fumed there at the landing for a moment, then turned around and slammed the door shut. The rain was pounding against. Less skin was covered than she would have hoped, but when in Rome. She put her shoes on and then followed him out to the hall and then down the stairs to the lobby. Her pink collar which she had taken off for the shower was back in place now. The same buffet set up as last night, and she took a tray. A cook was preparing eggs to order, and she asked for a ham and cheese omelet. She took hash browns and some juice. She sighed a prayer of thanks at the sight of the coffee. Taking her food to.