She was soaping her big breast, with a tiny bar of soap. The soap was falling on my face. She then started to soap her her stomach, waist and hips. Sh... turned to soap her big ass. I smiled as she lowered her ass just inches above my face. She then started to giggle. She looked down. "I always wanted to do this. Close your mouth babe..." she cooed. A second later, I felt some warmer fluids on my chest. She inched down my body to my Speedo. I could feel my cock getting hotter from her taking a. Rekha was wondering why did Rashid lie to her and at the same time Rashid to faked sleepiness and kept his hand on her shoulder slowly and slowly he started to let his hands slip freely to her well endowed chests breasts? Fuck man boobs and hell boobs!He was enjoying it as much as she was and he was getting bold and started moving his other hand at her ooooo but suddenly then Rekha sat backand snapped liar! Why did you lie to me? Her voice wasn’t complaining but inviting for fuck fest!Rashid. . CRACK!The woman screamed; this was no ritual stroke, and the arse-cheeks quickly displayed an almost black line of bruise across the olive globes.Hiss ... CRACK!A second scream echoed round the room, perhaps an octave higher than the previous one, as a second stripe appeared on the unfortunate woman's arse. The Emir took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows, but the Prince did not notice. Dropping the riding crop, he thrust brutally into the woman's vagina, eliciting another scream from that. It was only as I stood up I realised it wasn’t Harry, oops.I honestly didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. I remembered going on a business trip to Rome with Harry once. Whilst he was in his meeting I left the hotel for a bit of retail therapy. Several times in the busy marketplace I had my bottom pinched. Perhaps that was what Italian men did, when in Rome and all that.I turned to the serving hatch, placed my arms and head through to get some more dirty dishes from Harry. As I did,.