We talk for a while and discuss a second meeting for another titfucking session i give her a hug and leave. For the second meeting i book a hotel room...in Natick Massachusetts called the red roof inn. That second video is called "cock slapping 44hhh tits", i get there first and text her the room number and wait. She shows up and we make small talk like "how are you feeling tonight" and "hows the family" etc. I then tell her "lets get started' and order her to get on her knees, just the site of. I wasn’t just scared though. I was wet. Excited wet. Horny wet. That cold steel was almost more than I could stand, sliding down my damp skin, touching me so intimately. It’s like art. I don’t understand it, but I know what I like, and as terrified as I was, I sure liked this. Suddenly, the clothing had parted enough for gravity to assist, and my ruined jeans fell to my knees, followed quickly by the much lighter cotton panties. The knife fell away from my body, and I dared to breathe. The. Were we back at our resort? It didn't look like it. It was dark and candlelit. It seemed like a warm humid dungeon, large without any furniture but for a large four poster bed with white drapes and linens. There was a large red ribbon hanging from a hook in the ceiling. Bridget, Charlotte and Katrina were in there with me. But, instead of fanning me or sprinkling my face with water they were...~~~Charlotte was holding me from behind slowly undoing my zipper and peeling my dress off... Bridget. Craig, Roger and Janet were in the kitchen and completely naked, eating a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs as they devoured each other with their eyes. Janet got up and walked towards the door, swaying her bubble-butt back and forwards as she walked. Both Roger and Craig were glued to Janet’s round, meaty arse as she strode towards the front door. She peered through the peep-hole to see who it was, then turned back towards the two men of the house with a broad grin on her face.“It’s John and.