I went to run to the bathroom to strip as fast as I could, thinking it was my wife or someone I knew, when the door opened and two men walked in. One ...as my age, maybe a few years younger, and the other had to be barely 18. “Steven, don’t worry about trying to change. We have seen you and know what you are up to.”I stopped dead in my tracks, scared to death of what was to follow. Amazingly I wasn’t physically afraid, I was more afraid of someone finding out what I looked like. “Don’t worry. I guess he thought he was coming in with me, no chance. I came out, toweled off and lay on the bed, spread my legs and told him to eat my pussy first. He was good at it and always took his time. When his face was down deep I wrapped my legs over his shoulders and under his chest. Big thighs kept him in place and he loved when I did that."Alright baby, just relax and keep doing what you're doing. Here it comes."He paused but then continued eating me out. I guess he used it to take his mind off. He was five minutes late - I fucking hate when people are late.I told him so, and then told him I would punish him for this.he mumbled his apologies, and I told him to shut the fuck up.he was to speak only when I gave him permission. he nodded. I finished my beer and did not offer him anything. I told him to follow me. I went to the elevator. he followed. On the way up to the room, I told him to give me his phone. I turned it off - I did not want any interruptions, and bitches his age are. We were casually talking in our native language and she asked me where I studied and what why I was going to the US etc. She then asked me whether I had any girl friends in India etc. She was feeling quite free with me and used to touch my hand on every possible occasion as though she was trying to tease me. Initially, I was a little hesitant but then I took the courage and started touching her started to question her about her life before her marriage etc. I came to know that she was in love.