Nathan unlocked the door, and let Nicole head in first. It was certainly a step up from the motels of TV and film. The room was spotless, and the larg... double bed was covered in crisp, fresh white sheets. The redhead kicked off her sneakers and roamed barefoot across the carpet before leaping onto the bed and purring as she sank into the comfortable mattress.There was only one minor problem. No couch. Nathan only had one option in that case. The floor. For a split second he thought to himself. "Just relax and let us do our work."They stood me back up and I saw that my skin was bright red. I giggled a little as I looked at myself and said, "Lobster anyone?" They laughed and began soaping me.For the next twenty minutes or so I was washed more thoroughly than I had believed possible. I thought that I was prepared for the embarrassment of other people washing me and touching my breasts, but to my utter horror, they washed everywhere and everything. By the time they finished washing, I. The thin material still bulged from the shape of her sex mound, there was a slight yellow stain just where her slit would have been and I treasured the dark pubic hair I’d found caught in the stitching. I stood in front of the full length wardrobe mirror that came with my room, thrusting my panty clad cock forward. As always my mother’s panties felt so soft snuggling my balls and tightly hugging my hard shaft. My rock hard erect penis pushed them out in a huge cone with my pubic hair showing at. Tonight it was all breaking down. She believed Richard. Knew he was innocent. He just was not like that. Nevertheless the fact remained that unless she was "nice" to Mr. Ochiemara, her husband faced jail.She twitched as his hand slid above her stocking top and caressed the silky softness. No man but Richard are ever touched her there. She had fallen in love with Richard when she was 13. A childish crush that had surprised her parents by nurturing into a long-lasting love. She had celebrated her.