I took a chance and said "If you get tired of k** time, I'm in Room 112!" She smiled, with a bit of the devil in her eyes. "I'll see how the night goe..., but it sounds good to me!" I didn't think any more of it, as she and her daughters left the pool area. I retired to my suite, stripped, and fired up my computer for some video (and maybe some chat) action. Awhile later, when I assumed it was a "no-go," there was a knock on my door. I peeked through the door hole and there she was. Wrapped in a. I could see it pointing out under her pyjama.Some moments later she woke up so I put my hand on her belly under her shirt feeling her smooth skin…So I pushed my hand a little bit down just to slip under the edge of her trousers and panties… mmm how much I love that feeling when my fingers touch her grown back hair at the side of her TRIMMED pussy…After that my hand didn’t get lower but instead rised up till the curve of her TINY tits… I love stopping my hand there and feeling my wife so. Aziz switched the power off again. When I asked why he said, ?Well, can?t you see your wife is in a bad condition. Can you imagine how bad she would feel to come out like this?? I could almost see his logic but how could stopping the elevator again help? We were discussing all this when we heard the unmistakable sound of pissing. As we turned, we saw all three men facing my wife and pissing straight on her. I was speechless and watched with my mouth hung open as three magnificent but ugly cocks. .. you don't like my outfit?"That was the end of that.We drive to the building just before sunset and then park at the closest and least sketchy parking garage. The garage attendant looks at us like we are insane as we walk out. We hardly make it one foot out of the garage when the path we are on gets tense. Lots of bustling nefarious activities going on with eerie silence and glares from onlookers as we pass. A few of the men smile at Yuri while swigging colt 45. We passed one group of men:Man.