Intense arguments with her mother had finally got the better of her and she had moved over to England when she was 17. She had been miserable when she...moved, missing her beloved daddy so much that it hurt. Depression and comfort eating had taken its toll. She had always been a chubby child, much to her mother's shame, and it had not taken much to put on a large amount of weight. It was the main reason for their arguments with her mother. So she had fled, leaving daddy behind. Now she was back,. So when Milt called me recently and asked if I would help him out for the weekend and serve as hostess at his 4-star Hospitality Suite I jumped at the chance. Milt knows how much I love a good hotel fuck-fest. This weekend my job was to entertain the guys he was trying to woo away from competing firms and come to work for him. Besides offering drinks and snacks I was to offer myself to them, suck their cocks and let them fuck me with a hint that if they came to work for Milt, fucking me might. Kiya ghazab lag rahay the yeh dekh kar main to pagal ho gaya tha aur man kiya ki usse abhi nichodkar pura milk pi lu……Mujhe aisay lag raha tha aunty ne bra bhi nahee pehni thi jab aunty legs faila kar jadoo denay lagi tu aunty ki pussy saaf dikh rahee thi main aunty se kafi mazak kar raha tha is wajah se main ne pucha aap bohat khoobsoorat lag rahee ho is saree main tu wo muskurai aur boli main kaha khoobsoorat hon tu mazak kar raha hain main ne kaha nahee aunty sachi.Phir aunty kaam karne lagi. The club had WiFi so I looked up some of the older exams and began studying them. I tuned out the music and turned up the brightness on my iPad to compensate for the darkness.I was about a half hour into my studying when I sensed a presence in front of me. In the dim light I could make out a pair of long tanned legs that only ended at a very short frilly skirt. Definitely enough to break my concentration.“Hi”, came a voice from from the blackness above the legs.“Hi,” I responded putting my iPad.