“We need to call an ambulance,” I told him.He looked alarmed. “What? Why?” he stammered out.“One of the guests is having a baby.”“She ca...’t do that here!”“I agree, so call an ambulance.” The manager continued to sputter, so I pulled a telephone off the wall and punched a 9 in. Like most such systems, this got me an outside line, so I called 911. I gave them the information, and then hung up.I turned back and faced the manager. “Where’s the clean linens?”“You can’t use our clean linens!” he. The thought of it turned her on even more. It made her feel sluttier and nastier, as if she was a hot porno whore. And she gasped and quivered uncontrollably as white hot blasts of sensual joy detonated within her spasming hole. All of the men stared at the slim bodied teenager with astonished expressions, surprised and happy to see how quickly and easily she had reached orgasm. They were even happier to discover that she was multi-orgasmic, experiencing climax after climax as she fucked. “Oh,. "Hello Jim," she said. "No hug for me? It's the holiday. David even hugged his friend." She's not his friend," I said acidly. "Besides, I heard you were sick. If I hugged you the way I want to you probably wouldn't be able to breathe." You always did hug me like that," she said. "You always squeezed the shit out of me and I loved it." It really wasn't that hard," I deadpanned. "You always were full of shit." I always felt the best when you wrapped your arms around me and let me know just how. Marina’s reply was forcefully expressed, ‘He cums so quickly, and it’s always the same: he just doesn’t have any imagination when we’re in the sack. It’s never exciting, just ‘adequate’, that’s the only way I can describe it. He just leaves me hanging. He gets on top, kind of bucks in and out of me for a minute or so, then cums, way before I’m ready. I never get that feeling afterwards like you describe with Mark, like you’ve been really fucked to within an inch of your life.’ ‘Do you want to.