It was still warm. My hand slipped between her legs and she was still wet. One finger slipped in, then two. She pretended to be asleep.I moved one fin...er to her anus and rubbed it gently, pressing against it with the tip of my finger. This had always been a no fly zone but she didn't object. As it slid inside she pushed back against it until it was buried deep inside her tight ass.Over the next few days we discussed everything. Her ass was mine. I could kiss it or spank it of fuck it whenever I. ”“Is that the best you can do?” demanded Layla. “Put a little feeling into your request.”“Please kick my balls harder, Mistress Layla.”“That’s better,” Layla said, and then she jammed her toes into my balls.“Two,” I grunted. “Please hurt me, Mistress Layla. Kick my balls as hard as you want to.”“Very nice, Chris,” Layla said, and she launched another blast at my balls.“Three,” I gasped. “Please break my balls with your beautiful high heels.”Layla stabbed at my balls with her left foot.“Four,” I. Whilst behind me Rick and another guy were sharing opinions on Gemmas boobs.Gemma stood before me, dressed only in a black and red basque and holdup stockings.Her cheeky grin looking me straight in the eye as i dried my hands , my eyes drinking in her full breasts and beaming face, knowing that she wanted some fun, right there, right now. She reached out wrapping her nimble fingers around my thickening shaft that she held firmly, stroking my foreskin up and down as my cock grew to her touch. Hating money and love and the school that had sent him there to learn how to write. But eventually he gets over it. He pulls himself out of bed and finds a pair of shorts in his overstuffed suitcase and puts on a clean shirt. It is a little after noon, and he decides to forego a shower for a café crème at the bar downstairs. Down at the bar he sees all the regulars. They tell him about some gorgeous brunette no one knew who had come down from one of the rooms earlier in the morning. They all.