And now, here she was, standing in front of a hotel room door wondering if she should actually knock or not! She had dressed early after carefully tak...ng a long bath and cleaning herself from head to toe. She was now in her yellow cotton sundress. It was a pretty dress that showed off her brown curly hair well. As instructed she was wearing no bra or panties. The feeling of traveling to the hotel with nothing under her dress had been a little unnerving. She kept looking at every man who walked. Bakul nodded his head in quiet understanding and escorted his mistress inside. Gulnaz walked through the sliding doors and entered the huge hall that took various routes to in all fifteen suites each an independent unit with two to four bedrooms, study, kitchen, and living room. However, Gulnaz ran the house from central kitchen with overflowing number of servants who sometimes tripped on one another trying to be helpful.The main house was surrounded by different outer rim of servant quarters.. By Thursday morning Lindsey and I were alone in the house. The entire place smelled like sex. I remember looking at Lindsey, laying there face down on the guest bed with that pillow under her hips. Her normally tight little pussy and asshole were each red and swollen and stretched to the size of baseballs. Lindsey slept in a near c*** face down on the guest bed until Thursday evening, when she spent some time soaking in a bath I'd drawn for her. She stumbled off to our bedroom and passed out. “Oh, but don’t you think I am too old for you and besides I am married”. Mrs. Emma said and her voice was trembling.“No, lady, I don’t think so” besides your husband is not with you now, so why don’t we have fun too.With these words Alexander put Mrs. Emma on the table, right among chips, chewing gums and some other items for sale. He wanted to see her pussy now, it was his dream and there was no way he was going to miss that opportunity. He rolled up her skirt and saw her hairy pussy showing.