She was fussing with her hair and makeup as I drove, which kept us from reexamining the end of our dinner earlier in the week. Maybe I was making too ...uch of it.We got to the loft, where my exhausted but happy wife had just stepped out of the shower. Karen wanted to help her get ready, so I stayed out of the way. In no time, Jewel emerged.Although she prefers to be casual, she can definitely go classy when she wants to. The plum dress she had chosen set off her chestnut hair and pale skin tone.. Every damn word, but without the accent.“And you’re going to make me proud, aren’t you, baby? You’re going to keep that ass nice and high for me. Arch up, on your toes.”“Yes. Yes ma’am.”The first smack of the hairbrush hurt. I moved forward, away from it. Her hand wasn't on my balls, now, and I jumped forward, not believing how sore my ass already was. Or how much the hairbrush hurt. I heard a tsk-tsk behind me. Breathing hard, closing my eyes, I pushed back, arching my back and up on my toes,. Kesi laid on a massage table, a cream-coloured blanket covered her from her knees to her neck. Rania was laying on an adjoining table with a blanket covering her.Latif stood at the foot of a massage table, running his oil-covered fingers around his mother’s toes.Ini-Herit and Latif were wearing a shendyt, a kilt-like garment. Ini-Herit applied warm oil to his hands and ran his fingers around Kesi’s toes.His son ran his hands up his mother’s leg, up to her knees. She easily complied as he moved. I need it; just one week out of 52, I need to get away from everything and get down, dirty and nasty. At that moment, I was all three of those. I was kneeling on the floor of my hotel bedroom, naked, taking all the cum I wanted from an endless supply of cocks. I had fucked a lot of them as well; my cunt was a constant cream pie. My hand reached down to my pussy, bare but for a subtle landing-strip, and I slid two fingers across my clit. It was so slick, with both spunk and my own juices. I.