.. 'gentlemen a semi circle if you will' said tracy and the four guys and tina stood in a semicircle. Her tits were on fire and her pussy dripping wi...h cunt juice, with her arms tied behind her she was powerless as the onslaught on her tits began, pinching, pulling, slapping, spanking as Tracy slowly fingered her cunt, the guys began improvising pulling one tit up by the fishing wire and the other one down, then someone grabbed a leash and began whipping her tits... Tracy then led on the floor. My job was to book them a hotel room and head back home and wait. Ellen would be home sometime the next day. I asked her to call, or text, or FaceTime but she refused.“I’ll be stressed enough,” she'd say every time I brought it up. “I may feel a bit weird, you know, having sex and it won’t be you. If it works, if it’s not too gross, then next time who knows.”“But if I’m not involved at all...”“You are involved love, deeply involved. You’re picking the hotel, booking the room, paying for it,. ‭ ‬She put her welcoming arms around me and held me close, ‭ ‬and then we fucked like mad.‭ ‬The Japanese girl knew just what to do too, ‭ ‬her vagina contracting around my penis and milking me, ‭ ‬urging me to cum inside her.‭ ‬Soon she cried out her orgasm and that brought me off too.As we rested together in the aftermath of our lovemaking, ‭ ‬we watched the couple beside us enjoying oral sex together.‭ ‬They were both making wet slurping noises, ‭ ‬she with his cock in her mouth and he with. The office was small, a cluttered receptionist desk, a short hallway that lead back to the principle and vice principle offices, a few chairs for people to sit in. The receptionist was a short, stout Indian woman named, according to a brass nameplate, Archana Korrapti. Her black hair was graying and cut soccer mom short. “Hello,” she greeted pleasantly. “How may I help you, sir.” I grinned. “I'm here scouting for some pussy.” She blinked. “I'm sorry, what did you say, sir,” she asked with some.