I said with false anger "you call it pinching? - you have cut my hand into two — what do you keep in your hand? — fingernails or knife?". She said..."I am very sorry". I said "why you pinched me so very roughly?". She replied "see - you tried to touch my urine place - I did not want it - so I pinched you hard to stop it". I said "why I should not touch you there - what is wrong?" and she remained mum. I said "I pinched your buttocks — you kept quiet — so why make fuss when I touch your cunt". I. Both girls felt a bit uneasy as the big man with a scary Fu Manchu mustache slowly studied the two slight, sexy girls from top to bottom, from one and then to the other. "What room?" he asked.Vicky answered "1302"He wrote the number down on his pad and passed them through and as they entered the elevator, Vicky glanced back and got a glimpse of the man, his bottom half hidden from others by his podium, he leered after the two girls and adjusted the bulge in his pants.Vicky quickly pushed her. ”“No, ma'am.” He turned his head to her with the touch of a smile. “In fact your backhand's harder than his.”Miss Jackson smiled back. “Well thank you, boy. And it sounds as though you might be getting perky enough for the next stage. In which case, girls, you had better come up close.”Invited to make a hands-on inspection, Melissa studied how the red band across the crown of the behind shaded into the darker purple of the undercurves that had taken the brunt of the last ten strokes. It was an. “On the weekends, it sometimes gets crowded,” I admitted. “Dawn sleeps here too, though I’m thinking that should stop soon.”She nodded in understanding and gave the bed another searching look. She looked like she wanted to ask something, but was struggling to find the words.“You have questions about how it works,” I said knowingly.She nodded. “I don’t want to insult you,” she said, frowning. “I just don’t understand.”“I don’t sense any judgment or hostility in you,” I said gently, “so any.