Usko kuch samaz nahin aa raha tha ki priyanka un teen aadmiyon ke saath es hotel main kyoun aayi hai? Use kya pata ki woh es hotel ki sabse jaada dema...d wali dhandewali hai lekin use yeh pata tha ki yeh hotel randebaaji ke liye kaafi famous hai aur sabhi log yahaan sirf chudwaane ko aate hai aur auratein bhi dhandha karne ko…koi sharif khaandaan ke log us hotel ke pass bhi nahin bhatakte the phir priyanka un longon ke saaath kya karne aayi hai es hotel main. Woh teen log bhi uske class ke. She saw a figure walking on the pavement.Margaret slowed her car, skidding and leant across the front seats to wind down the window as the figure jumped out of the way. Her tyre hit the kerb and she slammed the brake on. "Police. Call the Police," she shouted as the figure peered into the car."Ahh what dya want. Other than tryin' to kill me."Margaret focused on the man – PC Iain Kennedy – and she shrieked. "Get in." What dya want?" Get in," she yelled. "He's got Annabel." Ahh ... who?"Margaret. "Don't forget the treat you will havecoming!"They launched into the job, soon forgetting about their unusual and sexyattire. The sorority sisters came and went about their usual businessall day, and the boys kept working until mid-afternoon. Like most boys,they weren't natural housekeepers, but the tough gal Kate assigned tothem remedied that with her orders, inspections, instructions, promisesof a "treat" and the like. As a result, the place sparkled, even if theboys were disheveled, sweaty. I saw what I was after. The black A-line skirt, cute with pleats and polka dots, was hanging up, way in the back corner. I’d never seen her wear it. I took it from the hanger and let the soft, flowing fabric sift through my fingers.The hair on the back of my neck stood up and my heart flew into my throat. I had worn pairs of her panties before, but that was about pleasure, about getting off and having something, anything of a woman’s nearby. But I couldn’t wear a skirt. Could I? I wanted to..