They were the kind that kids like to wear these days, that are more of a cloth sack and the cords that hold it closed go around the shoulders. You cou...dn’t put anything heavy in something like that, and I assumed it held their clothes. When I picked one up, I confirmed that.I left the room with both bags and stashed them under my bed. Then I went back in the bathroom and gathered up all the towels, which I put on the foot of my bed.Then I sat down beside the towels with the camera and. I;d seen a good dozen men go through that door , yet ther was only 4 or 5 in here.My new friend said, follow me. But where too?there was a doorway at the end of the room, in the half light I hadn't spotted it before.we walk in and my god what my eyes did see.A big room, 4 beds, a bence a few chairs, all dimly lit.But that wasn't what took my breath away.It was the 15 or so matures all sharing pure sexuality.I couldn;t even count them, or take it all in. they were fucking, sucking rimming,. Frustrated and upset, Rachelle had finally taken to watching her through her bedroom window. One night, she saw Krysta go into the bathroom, and this is where Rachelle's story really begins. She never expected to be so attracted to a bodily function such as pissing. Much less from another girl! But she made her way around the outside of the house to that port-hole window the first time all those months ago and now she was addicted, in a way. Rachelle was a bit ashamed of her fetish, but it. Three sets of eyes tracked the edge of the lightweight blanket in the dim glow of the emergency lighting. The pale round globes of the tops of your breasts were exposed first, and then the blanket moved south, slowly bringing your thick, swollen nipples into view. Your groans were getting too loud and your breathing was too fast and shallow. I told your customer to pinch your breasts and I told you calm down and remain silent as I brought the blanket to your lap. I watched your breasts quiver.