My pussy pulsed.My hand trailed downwards. My fingertips lightly skipped over her soft milky flesh, skimming along her erection.I gently played with h...r smooth balls. Samantha moaned softly as I kissed her neck.I purred, “Good morning my love”. Samantha rolled onto her back, stretching awake, her smile radiant. My heart filled with love and desire. I clamped my mouth over Sam’s and kissed her passionately, our tongues danced together.I kissed my way down Sam’s sexy body, savouring her warm. Mr.Sen, the husband was a typical hard working, balding and serious banker who seldom spoke or smiled while Mrs.Sen or I’ll refer to her name Sonali was quite the opposite. She was a fun loving bong bombshell with long straight hair, lovely fish shaped eyes, fair and glowing skin and huge sexy assets. I think her figure was 36d-34-36 and she was about 5.6 tall. My mother and Sonali aunty were thick pals and hence she had a spare set of keys to my house and was told to keep an eye on me. One day. This was not good!I sat on the edge of the bed and pondered my next move.Nervously I rang reception and told them I needed the window opening as I have asthma (not a lie). The lady on reception said that the ‘estates man’ would be in touch ASAP.Two minutes later the phone rang and the guy explained he was the hotel handyman. In my feminine voice I explained to him the problem. He said that it could be fixed and he would come up. “Just so you know, I’m a transvestite” I declared. Jacob must have cum soon, as Simi was off his cock and cleaning up a huge cream pie. Meanwhile, I was being fucked by Boris like a rag doll. He lifted me easily and made me ride his cock. He was grunting and moaning and I was creaming out of pure delightful pleasure. Soon Boris came. He left lots of hot cum deep in me. His ejaculation made me cum on his cock. After a minute of shivering we both calmed down and I sat on his softening cock, catching my breath. Jacob was running his hands on me.