He was a pleasing example of the male sex, well-built, a dark complexion, a nice face. She was especially delighted at the sizable bulge which marked ...is pleated trousers. What to do, how to please herself, her Master, and this poor young man?"Well, here we are, will you help me please?" she said with a naughty wink to her "assistant".He gulped and blushed. "Uhhhh, what would you like me to do, ma'am," he asked, his voice raspy with nervousness. He held up the towel. "I guess I could, uhhh,. It took but a couple of minutes more, and I began shooting stream after stream of hot cum. First the right then her left breast, her hands holding her boobs higher, easier for me to hit.“Now, button your blouse back, slut, I want the guys to see those lovely tits slimy with my hot cum,” I wheezed as I slipped my cock black into my slacks, as it deflated.The cum stains on my wife’s blouse were quite obvious, and helped to show off her nipples even more than just the sheer blouse. The material. By sheer good fortune, my wife was at work for a few hours. I told him to come on over. He had to make a business stop, near my neighborhood, then he’d be over.About 45 minutes later, the doorbell rang. Answering it, I saw Fred, standing close to the door. I opened the door, and he came in.We walked into the living room, where I’d placed a towel on the couch. In preparation for his arrival, I was nude, except for a pair of black men’s panties. Very similar to women’s panties, but cut a little. Kristine coughed violently, and her distress drove me on.When I got to the glass doors to the outside, I saw that we were trapped. To relieve some of the smoke going into Kristine's lungs, I stopped and wrapped her in my jacket, turned her around so she was in front of me, and mustered on.The hotel facade had been blown loose and dropped right in front of the entrance we were trying to use. Looking around as I caught my breath, it was clear we weren't going to find a way out through all that.