"You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet," I said as I hugged his neck and kissed his cheek. When he put me down gently on the bed and I lift...d my arms above my head. "How do I look?" Like a painting of a French girl," he said rubbing his hands together. "Here is the tip for the porter. I've got to go get some ice and glasses. Be right back!"I sat there on the bed as the door shut behind him and looked around at the room. The bed was very comfortable and the furnishings upscale. There. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and whimper softly. I hear and feel your exasperated sigh, heated against my cheek, a small triumph that I haven’t completely broken yet and another challenge for you. I hear you move behind me once again. I can feel your tension, almost taste it with each struggling breath and I also know you enjoy my refusal to give in so easily. Yes I try your patience, but would you have me any other way? Would you prefer I obediently fall to my knees and groveled for your. The tightness felt magnificent with each passing inch, from this time forward I don’t think Shakira’s eyes never stopped rolling back in her head, my balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust.“Don’t…stop…fucking…my…ass.” She spoke with each breath.“Don’t STOP! DON’T STOP FUCKING ME!”The room was now at a fever pitch of debauchery, I could see in the eyes of the men as they creeped closer to Shakira with their cocks in hand that the thought of getting in on the action was evident. A. She looked down at my hard-on and jerked her head towards the couch again to make sure my dad wasn’t sitting there watching all this. He snored lightly with his back to us. “Robert! Put that thing away before your father wakes up.”I leaned in towards her a little and whispered, “I guess we’d have some explaining to do, wouldn’t we Mom?”“You can’t be serious…” She hissed. “You want me to do that …Here?… Now?”I was standing my ground. Believe me, the thought of my Dad waking up and catching me.