Conversation closed. If you call that a conversation. I pick up my case and strut down the hallway with a little extra swi...g in my hip for my customers. Finally I slide to a halt in front of room 6888, quickly smoothing my hair I knock lightly. ‘Who is it?’ inquires a smoky voice, cracked but slithery and sexy at the same time. I put my lips to the key hole and flick my tongue at it before answering…’good evening sir, I believe you requested room service’. While cooking and afterwards eating dinner, Ikept rolling around in my head. How did this happen? What do I donext? Who do I talk to about it? Unfortunately, answers to toughquestions don't come as easy to me as they do Ashley.And then there was a pounding at the door. "Oh Shit!" I said. I knewit would be Dave and the guys. Tonight the game and beer was supposedto be at my place. (We traded off to keep wives and girlfriends happy) I opened the door to let them it. I told them I was. It looked almost like a crater, it was so stretched out, its pink webbing filled to the brim with a reservoir of seed. A few dribbles of cum had seeped down the crack of her ass and now slid along the length of her pussy too. It was a revolting sight. It made Brad’s heart splinter into pieces, seeing the up-close evidence of what Ashley had endured. He should have protected her. He should have been more careful at the party, not accepted free drinks from this creep. He should have known that. So I planned to fuck her friend Kritika(38-28-40),most busty personality in college. I told Saloni to give Kritika sleeping pills heavily dosed so I can fuck her whole night.That night I went to girls hostel as usual and waited in Saloni room masturbating thinking of my next fucking session. Saloni put pills in cool drink bottle and gave it to Kritika. After some time, she slept.Saloni came to me and explained the whole situation. I went to kritika’s room and told saloni to lock from outside so.