I did carry my own bags to the elevator. We all entered the 'mini suite' together. It was pretty obvious that I was only a minor personality at the ne...work.I had stayed in far, far worse places for sure, but it was also not star treatment. If the CIA had expected this to be a burst on the scene moment, they weren't forcing the issue. It was satisfactory for the one night we would be using the place. It was just fine for the small amount of use I would make of it, it would never do for really. The men thanked me and continued their way…Ana took her time to regain her composure. She just laid there on the lounge chair with her legs spread and that sticky cum running out in a steady stream. She said the big black man came in her cunt like five men together and his cock was like a fire hose in her cunt spraying her insides. Ana stumbled all the way back to the resort, saying she felt sore.Once in our room, she lay on the bed and said that I had allowed them to fuck her; so now I should. I love my husband, he's everything to me, really everything. But, I'm human. I'm a woman. How could I not love this? Two men rubbing me sensuously, each sucking a nipple, a handsome, well-built young man between my legs, filling me with his cock, making we weak with his fucking in and out of me.Wham! My hips began to buck up and down, I was groaning, thrusting, I felt like my body was being lifted-off in a rocketship."UNH, UNH, uhh, uuh, oh, mmm, mmm, mmm," as he drove deep in me and took. "You mustn't ... touch me like that," Madeline murmured. "You mustn't be trying to seduce me ... To make me want you..." She lowered her eyes to her son's erection. "To make me want you..."Gerald was moving his fingers up and down, massaging Madeline's pussy, rubbing the now-wet satin across her cunt lips and clit. "Do you want me, Mom?" he asked."No..." Madeline whispered. And then, "Yes ... No ... Yes..." Then she moaned, flexing her stomach muscles to push her cunt down harder against.