Simon Whitaker wasn't the first guy I opened mylegs for."My hand goes to my mouth."You do know the concierge is standing in the doorway," I say throug... myfingers.He isn't, of course - but it's worth the insult Jeremy launches at me whenhe finds out I'm teasing him just to have seen the stricken look on hisface.I head through the alcove into the kitchen, already composing a mental listof the items I'll need to pick up when I visit the shops later thismorning. Once I've checked the bathroom and. We shared the bathroom for our ablutions and turned off all the lights except for a reading lamp. The sheet felt cool, the bed comfortable. We embraced in a tight tangle of arms and legs. Our mouths and tongues hungrily explored. Breasts and nipples and pussies touched. I moved over the top of her, kissed and tongued her breasts and nipples while she massaged mine with her hands. Slowly I kissed my way down her belly until I reached the treasure trove between her legs. Ruth manoeuvred my body. He grunted and gripped the handle on his door and squealed, before screwing up his face and squirting his semen onto her moist breasts."You tricked me," Andrew cried and the door, slightly ajar, opened. "That was mean."Fiona gasped and reached for the towel, but Andrew saw the semen splatterings on Fiona and Greg's erect and dripping cock. "This is my room," Greg called but Fiona caught his glance and smiled."Oh shit," the teenage boy cried and bolted, leaving Greg's door wide open; he. The biggest black guy occupied this empty seat close to Victor. The other men pushed me to the back seat. I was stuck in the middle between them.The leader, who was holding the gun, told his name was Lamont. Victor and I would suffer no harm if we obeyed his orders.Both guys pressing me started fondling my tits through my dress. One of them put his hands down my thighs and soon he got my panties in his fingers…“Nice white bitch… she is wet already…” The guy announced, as he slipped out his.