"Sit down, Kate, love, and make yourself comfortable. Would you care for a drink? Or maybe some hors d'oeuvres from the dining room?" No, thanks, Karl..." she answered with a dismissing wave of her wrist. "I'm here on business this trip and I'll try to make it quick." Oh..." Karl Henderson looked momentarily shaken, and his retailer's smile vanished in a trickle from his lips."Now don't go getting all worried, Karl. This is personal business, not store business. I have a problem maybe you can. I was filled with lust at the thought of such crude debauchery."Fuck yes, lick my shit hole good you fucking whore," I heard the man grunt up above me. I did indeed lick him good.This was so revolting and disgusting, but I was so worked up that I would do anything that these men asked of me."Let's spit roast the slut," I heard one of the men suggest.I was laying across the bed, with my head hanging backwards over the edge of the mattress, and being mouth fucked as the man suggested this latest. Penny reached down between her thighs and took hold of it, guiding its tip towards the entrance to her cunt, wriggling herself into the right position. At last she felt the swollen tip pressing against her labia, moistening it with her juices to ease the penetration. Then at last her labia parted around the cock-head, and she pushed back at the same time as he thrust forward, his penis sliding easily into her wet slit, her vagina expanding to admit it, her wetness engulfing it in a warm, tight,. I must admit, for both Bill and I it felt strange wearing clothes again, strange and highly uncomfortable. Neither of us was anxious to spend more time than we absolutely had to in these primitive torture devices.After the greetings were over and the usual "How was your flight" questions out of the way, I looked at my dear, older sister. "So, ready to get out of here?" I guess." She sounded and looked dubious. "As soon as we grab the luggage..." Her voice trailed off as a shock of realization.