More shapes appeared next to the figure that spoke. They floated around as Andrey tried to keep his body out of sight. He almost fell when two came by...him and moved the curtain from his hands."You know who we are, Andrey. We are the authors you stole from, and we are everywhere." Ha! You have nothing on me." Andrey dropped the curtain and crossed his arms."Andrey, who are you talking to in there? Breakfast is ready," his father called through the door."I ain't talking to nobody." Andrey stepped. "Sorry," I muttered, then let out a frustrated scream and pounded on the side of the SUV.He kissed my forehead. "I know."Finally the convoy fought through the crowd and we pulled up at the Hotel Murano. I almost tripped and fell on my face in my haste to escape the SUV. I didn't pause to admire the fires that danced before the beige, stone walls of the hotel's exterior; I only had eyes for my brunette wife standing awkwardly in the hotel lobby. She wore a tan, terrycloth robe wrapped about her. “Oh daddy… what are you doing daddy?” Bridget pleaded as she moved her hand down to rub her clit.. her clit now hard and sticking out of it’s hood. “Just going to tease you more Bridget… trust me sweetie”, Paul assured her as he eased his index finger into her anus.. pushing through her rectum and then finger fucking her ass. “Feel that sweetie.. feel my cock in your pussy and my finger fucking your tight ass” Paul teased her. He could feel his cock with his finger through the thin membrane. ” He seemed cool, around my age so I thought “fuck it- I came to get blown so..” I walk into the private room and a shorter dark haired man is already sitting there with his cock out. “Take off your pants and we’ll see what we’re working with.” I take off my pants and he immediately engulfs my cock and starts sucking, at the same time the man on the couch pulls my ass towards him and he starts licking my asshole. I had NEVER experienced such pleasures. It felt like he had an inch worth of.