" Okay. All done," said Katya later. It had taken the best part of anhour. "Sorry," she apologized. "She's got a couple of nicks, but they'vestopped b...eeding."All right guys," said Lori, "help me pull her up and we'll get herdressed too."Lori was bunching up a pair of white nylon stockings. She slid them ontoMax's newly smoothed legs. "All right, next." She selected a white lacygarter belt with eight straps, pulled it around Max's waist and fixedthe garters to her stocking tops, adjusting the. The first time, she pulled my hand away and gave it a little slap but when I put it back she left it there. I worked my finger up under Amys panty leg and into her crack and started rubbing her clit. Just as the waiter was bringing the desert I brought her to an orgasm and she had to work hard at not making a sound as she came. I got a kiss for that. After we had finished we went to the lounge area and picked out a table near the bar. I ordered us each a rum and coke. A few minutes later Steve. Then, later, when she finished with the computer, she kissed me on the cheek and went to her room, where she lay in bed reading.She did not come visit me during the night.In fact, she just stopped coming into my room, and did not ask for help with her breasts again. Further, if she went to take a shower, she acted like normal people, drying off in the bathroom and getting dressed, either there, or in her room. Dilly was crawling all over the place by now, and pulling himself up on the edge of. I stared, hypnotized, but then he cleared his throat and stepped close once again, and I noticed belatedly that he had shed his shorts too. He was huge. And gorgeous. Thick and long, ripped with thick veins and crowned by a swollen, purple head that stared angrily at me with its one eye. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I protested, wrapping a hand around his cock and feeling it throb hotly. “I’m married!” I slid my hand up and down, drawing a groan from him. “I don’t mind,” he shot back, kneading.