As i sat there in utter amazement and just watched, i took off my pants and started to play with myself. Sangita was quick to notice this and stopped ...issing pooja. She had such a surprised look on her face when she saw my hand wrapped around my dick moving up and down and all around. Her eyes were fixed on my dick as it grew harder and harder with every passing second. She then asked me if she could touch it.“sure” i said “but only if i could watch you eat out pooja.”“i don’t know about that.”. They were still on the salads, talking quietly, obviously marking time until they were alone. The room was booked until midnight.The listening device would record for over twenty hours — one click and it reported for duty. I slid it into the bottom of a bowl of lemons, invisible to the room. I’d tested it at home; worked well even covered with fruit.Everyone had the same entrée — lobster pot pie. Smelled delish.Dessert was simple, and even sort of healthy — sliced pears, mixed nuts, three. "Oh shit. We have a whore at ten o'clock." Jim was laughing. So was Joe.Cheryl was never called a whore before. She didn't bother though. It was all like a dream. A very perverted dream.Then Jim said to Joe, "I'll fuck her brains out right now".She trembled as he talked about her like she was an object he could use. She felt so disgusting for what she was letting them do but yet so turned on. Against her rational will, she wanted to be like the girls in the porno. She wanted to be fucked. Like. " Cindy would love to." Roger glanced at his watch it was five till five. As he walked passed Cindy, he smiled at her. "I think Mary wants to see you for a minute." He walked out to the car, opened the trunk and pulled out a large suitcase. As he came back through the door, he stopped, turned the sign around, and locked the door. This was going to be a great week, he thought to himself as he moved toward the back of the boutique, his second day out, and a second sexual adventure, he was.