" "A treat." Here."She took my hand and pulled me in close to her. I saw down her dress her ample c-cup breasts and the edges of a lacy bra. She guide... my hand under her dress and I felt it touch her soft, wet pussy lips. "Mmm," she said, "soft, isn't it? I just had it waxed." She guided my hand back out and patted my crotch, brushing my rock-hard cock. "I hope you enjoy your stay," she said, and then had the butler show me to my room. Outside the door, I waited with apprehension. I wondered. Although we had towels around our waists, the towels couldn’t hide the three hard cocks that were present. And, the conversation might have made any unsuspecting guest blush a little bit. The guys asked me if I liked being Spit Roasted. Who did they think they were asking? Of course I like being Spit Roasted!Right there, in the elevator, they had a scissors/paper/rock to decide who got first go on my arse. It felt like my arse was being auctioned off.Imagine if you were in an elevator with. Like all of Jim’s Master PC modified family and friends, she was immune to infections of any kind, including e-Coli. Not to mention the fact that his dip into Veronica’s ass had been separated from his current activities by a dip into the hot tub where the chemicals would surely have killed any lingering bacteria – or not; it really didn’t matter.Cheri’s head bobbed up and down as more and more of Jim’s cock disappeared into her maw. He smiled as he remembered how she struggled to take more. “You sure do” I agree, running my fingers up your soft thigh, giving you a little squeeze. I couldn’t help myself.“Easy tiger” you tease, sliding into the aisle. But you don’t fool me. I could hear the delight in your voice. Could feel you exploring my deltoid as you made your reluctant escape. So you like my shoulders too.Things take a turn for the serious when you return with the second round. Taking no chances this time, you occupy my hands, placing a drink in each before you climb across..