She worked her pussy lips down his thick pole, rolling her hips back and forth, up and down like an ocean wave. She picked up the pace, riding him fas...er and faster the further his cock sank into her. Up, down, back and forth. He was so thick, his meat completely filled her up. He was all the way in now and she was riding him as fast as she could, his cock buried deep into her sex hole. His hands mauled at her chest. He wrapped his hands around each one and pulled the two mounds together so. Then...blackness. The next thing he remembered was being on the floor, like he had just woken up. He saw her body and began to scream. Now Freddy was standing over him, snickering. The room was pure Las Vegas glitter. A king size bed with purple silk sheets, white shag carpeting, a piano and a personal bar."Senator Geary, how nice to see you." The good senator simply groaned. "It's a good thing I own this establishment, I was one of the first people notified. If you hadn't been so important to. "Sure now, where did you learn Gaelic?" he asked."Our ancestors are from County Kerry," Katie told him."And we learned it as babes," Margie added."Are you sure you want to go to this hotel? It's rather expensive," he asked the sisters."Oh aye," Katie told him. "There is a dress maker near there that we need to see."The driver delivered us to our hotel, the Jurys Inn Parnell Street, and the doorman loaded our luggage on a trolly while Katie paid the taxi driver, and we then went in to. At his urging the guests took each woman repeatedly and roughly. They paid no attention to Sandrine’s cries and the entreaties by Juliette. One of the men who had taken her more than once that evening returned to dine with her master a few weeks later. After the meal they summoned Sandrine to the small parlour where the two men sat in front of the fire with their whiskey.Inevitably Sandrine was invited to join the visitor on the small sofa he occupied, and it was but a moment until the visitor.