This time they were not cutting the Hotel Reception in. Daytimes, that would be the way to avoid a room overnight.The first client was, quite frankly,...old. Early fifties, a man in a suit, probably a little pervy. A boss used to giving orders. What would his orders be?His orders nearly made Roma collapse in a fit of giggles. He had hired a useless typist in order to fuck her, because he liked her tits, but she refused to fuck him on his desk. Well, she thought she was a typist. Her name was. The guys fucking Jill’s head retreated his cock and cover Jill’s cling wrapped head with plastic bag. It’s barely fitted her wrapped head, but he forced it down and sealed it with zip tied on her neck. Jill begun to twist and wriggle. This excited the three guys. They hold her body firmly. Two of them who were fucking her slowed their pace. They enjoyed the view rather than fucking her pussy and asshole.“Sam, you want it too, right,” said Jenny. So while Sam was on my lap, Jenny zip tied Sam. ”God I felt that everywhere” she moaned. “Take me from behind now please” Emma begged me. I lifted her off my cock and positioned her on all fours. I teased her pussy with the tip of my cock before sliding it into her. She moaned again as I reached my limit and as I started stroking in and out I could feel yet another orgasm was imminent “God I’m coming again” Emma yelled shuddering as I continued to fuck her. I couldn’t decide if she was experiencing one long-drawn out orgasm or smaller ones. But I felt like I had been ran over by a truck, every muscle hurts. Was it a dream, a dirty wet dream? I felt around and my hands touching some wet sports on the sheets. ‘What the hell... ‘ Oh know, I remembered, it wasn’t a dream, I was awake. I still had not moved, my eyes still closed an trying to recall the actions of last night.My cock stirring back to life, slowly and a bit painful, just too much of a good thing maybe?I tried to open my eyes, first one, then the other, out of focus,.