Kerren Kerrish looked at Henry. "What ever has upset Miss Astana? She is one of our most experienced staff. She seemed very distressed." I don't under...tand," Henry said. "She seemed - well - very friendly."Kerrish smiled. "Kushtian girls are all very friendly," he said, "you will have no difficulty finding companionship for your relaxations in the afternoons. Miss Astana would be very suitable. Yes?" Well I hadn't thought of that but yes." Henry was surprised by Kerrish's casual suggestion that. She shivered. With the heel of my palm applying pressure to her opening, I fingered her button through the lace covering, over and over, while slapping her bruised buttocks; until she cried out in release, repeatedly shoving her mound into the ridge of the back of the couch in a humping motion. Now it was my turn. Standing behind her, I undid my trousers, letting then fall to the floor along with my underwear. My erect penis, now at its full eight inches and thicker than I can ever recall,. They both lay on the bed naked and he played with her tits & hairy cunt. He opened her up so I could see her labia flaps. Later he persuaded her to come on top and gave me a great view of his stiff cock entering her vagina!! Finally he put her on her back and fucked her on her back with her legs up. I met him the next morning and told him what I had seen.The following night was my turn. I left our curtains slightly open and after a while noticed movement outside. I suggested to my 55 yo. I raised my hands and gripped my shirt, pulling the cloth apart further. Skimming each shoulder one after the other I dropped the shirt off my back. I was ready to fuck. Ben looked down on me. “You’re tits are amazing,” he muttered. They were amazing. My bra lifted them up, mounding both bosoms against my chest, as if presenting them to him on a platter. I grinned and swiftly stuck my hand behind my back, popping apart the clasp that held the bra in place; slithering it off both shoulders,.