My dick was being massaged now and it grew hard. I said mausi it was enough. Mausi stopped and began talking to Kaki. But her hand reached my dick tip...and her fingers rolled around my mushroom head base. I turned towards choti mausi whose boobs massage was driving me crazy. Then it stopped and badi mausi was called back. My dick oil had dried up so choti mausi regained my treatment while badi mausi got her boobs massaged. Kaki’s hand created tsunami of skin when she massaged those humongous. I park the car right at the door. It is an old-style, dusty motel that sensible travelers would bypass quite happily, but it would serve my needs perfectly. Turning the motor off, I hustle you up out of the car and into the room. There is no-one around at that time of the morning. Even if there was, you have decided to go along with the plan. With your hands still shackled behind your back, I hustle you inside.The room has the smell of it of most motel rooms, which is clean, but somehow off. The thing is though because her feet were always concealed the smell never made it out. Chloe was the only one able to smell them and to her, the smell was repulsive, but if a guy were too have a whiff, there’s no telling what would happen.One day Chloe’s alarm doesn’t go off but she is instead woken up by the sound of the door closing. Brad has just left for class. Chloe decides to check on her phone only to realize her phone was dead. She apparently forgot to charge it last night. Chloe gets. I was just starting to apply it behind my ears when the door swung open, and an older woman entered with an angry look on her face. “You’re a tramp, do you know that? And you’re destroying the nice supper my husband and I were supposed to have.”I straightened up. Even though I was blushing, I had had to deal with being accosted this way for years and was used to staring such people down. “Sorry, honey child,” I said in a fake Southern accent, “You’re mistaken. I'm not a tramp. I am a slut. Not.