Stella's limo pulled up behind us."Jennifer you are staying here too?" Stella asked."I guess we are," I replied.Five minutes later my dad was back. "T...ey have reservations for us, so I guess we are staying." He announced.It took little while to check in and finally get to our room, or I should say two bedroom suite. There was a basket of fruit along with a note from Carol. Jennifer: Patricia and her parents can't get to the Beverly Hills Hilton until after seven. I have some good news. I'll. She is our story heroine. Her name was Vanaja she was around 26 years old married and also mother of a kid. She had that beautiful plump ass, shaggy boobs, curvy waist and round face. She was not so hot model kind of girl but had a attractive gesture.I didn’t had any sexual intentions towards her in the beginning but one Saturday morning as previous day was Friday; my call flow was very less so i thought of having a power nap and slept completely on my chair. And didn’t knew when the time. Words usually hurt more, especially if the person delivering the words made sure he had your full attention. But what really hurt the most was the way that a really manipulative person would let you have something in your life that you really liked or loved, something that could later be taken away as a punishment or just as a proof of his powers over you. Over the years the wedding picture of my mother and father’s, my mother’s favorite necklace, a beautiful painting and several other things. I could be as dressed or undressed as I felt fit, and indeed welcome to play with myself whilst watching and filming, but there was to be no touching unless all three of us agreed. Even as we make this agreement I couldn't help but stare down at Holly's little tits and think it would be a shame if after coming all this way I didn't get to have a feel of them, and pull and suck on those lovely big nipples. Shortly after we finished our meal we made our way back to the hotel, Scott and I either.