We were facing each other, and K put one of his hands around me. I didn’t care much. I just wanted to sleep. Just when I had drifted off to sleep, I...felt his hand moving around my back, just like he was giving me a back rub. It felt kinda good, and I let him continue. Then he put his hand inside my shirt and was stroking his hands over my skin. Although I didn’t have much energy to respond, I just said, “Don’t put it inside”. He withdrew his hand from inside my shirt and continued the back-rub. ”“I couldn’t send the police after you,” she said, “I don’t know where you are.”“We’re in Los Angeles,” I replied, then named the hotel and our room numbers, “There you are, my entire future is in your hands, I trust you Aunt Mary. Please trust me with your daughter’s future.”“I was rather hoping to do that anyway,” she said wistfully, “all right David, a week.”We said our goodbyes and ended the call.I stood and walked over to the door and reached for the handle. I stopped myself and knocked on. “So, our little prissy librarian is quite the cock whore!” I moan whorishly. The boy fucking me slaps my ass making me cry out. “Yes!” “Looks like she loves sucking cock, too!” says the other. I moan again, their insults and obscene comments making me feel like such slut and harlot. I whimper and moan and squeal as the cock behind me pounds relentlessly. “Fuck me,” I groan, “oh please fuck me fuck me fuck me!” It feels so good to let out a string of “fuck me’s” and rock back and forth with my. Alternating between kissing my cheeks, rosebud and pussy, he feasts on my body for a long leisurely lunch. After 20 minutes of sucking and biting, he pulls out the vibrator and tosses it aside. Once again I'm trembling with pleasure. > > The Sultan saunters towards my head and stands with his erection before me. Eyeing my mouth he walks forward until the head of his cock gently touches my lips in invitation. Eagerly I take the head of his large cock into my mouth and suck on it like candy.