She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini to..., her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.Trying to find the friends she had lost track of, she craned her neck, her blond pony-tailed head rising above the crowd as she went on tiptoe. The doorman leered at me on the way in; he knew me and knew exactly why I was here. I used a special keycard in the elevator to get up to the penthouse. The doors opened on a small entrance hall, where I quickly stripped down, folded up my clothes, and left them with my purse in a basket. I put on my collar and tightened it so it was comfortably snug around my throat. I loved the feel of my collar on my neck and often wore it when no one else was around. It was like feeling Mistress's touch. I heard noises coming out of it. I shouldn't have done it, but out of curiosity I approached there and peeped in.Saroj aunty was naked and sucking at Dev uncle's cock. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and uncle was standing in front. It might be a common sight between a husband and wife, but to me, a first timer, it was a visual spell that charmed me in. As I was looking, Saroj aunty pulled away her mouth from uncle's cock and said, "Dev is ready, Bhavana."I strained a bit more and found. The large green tiles of the bathroom were heated and warm against his back. He had hoped to get his suit off at least to keep it clean. It was a minor detail. His view of the plain white ceiling was quickly obscured by her pristine ass. She squatted over his mouth facing away from him and shot a river of piss from her perfect pussy, and he guzzled it madly. It was so much and so fast that he was very fortunate that he was not kneeling over an expensive Persian rug. Some of it splashed.