Our enemies would use a Russian professional, or a Bulgar. He will be miles away. Now, get out.” * Alexandra lay in bed, silk sheets covered her. Be...ween her legs, which were spread wide and lifted at the knees, a woman pressed her face hard to her, her tongue probing deep into the folds of her, licking her wet, swollen pussy. A finger delved into her arse, curling and another replaced her tongue, then a second joined it and the two fingers crossed inside her. Alexandra bellowed an orgasm, her. "Looking up she saw she was in a large room with a huge four poster bed that had heavy carved columns. It looked like something from a magazine or TV, but she guessed the sort of men that can afford to buy girls like her as play things liked the finer things in life. She rose to her feet and he undid the lead from her collar."Go and stand at the foot of the bed and wait for me."She took her place and he walked over to the bed tossing the lead onto the bedside table. Almost falling into the bed. . We're doing this again, right? I don't think I could go on living without your hole. “"Auuuughh yes! Fuck me in front of all these people. Make them jealous enough to lick your cum out of my ass! Ooo, I'm a born slut, mister! Through and through~." She'd spatter out, seemingly half-conscious in her state of mind-numbing lust. After ten minutes of non-stop fucking, that cock having felt every inch that it could reach within the gnome, she'd orgasmed time and time again, each one made clear. We find out that his name is Don, he's single and at the hotel for the conference. I made up the story that we were married, just not to each other. We were swingers out on a date, and it was my job and promise to show her off and make her feel as sexy as possible. Don immediately seemed interested. After another couple of drinks and small talk, I asked Don and Vicki if they were up to a little game of Truth or Dare, bar style. I guess that since there wasn't a lot of truth in our story, Vicki.