The manager? A maid? a customer, gazing down from the 4th floor? you don't know, of course, but your face still flushes crimson as you feel the unco...trollable wetness well forth again. As you walk through the automatic door, a gust of chilled lobby air flirts with your bare legs, and you gasp softly as you feel the delicate coolness on your wet pussy. The desk clerk is watching you approach; a beaming smile lighting up his face. You realize that you're perfectly silhouetted in the entryway. When she reached me, I hadn't made any move to take my suit off so Ros took command. She grabbed the waistband of my trunks and yanked them down in a single pull. Before I knew it, they had sunk to my ankles and I was forced to step out of them.In the meantime, Ros wasted little time and taking hold of my cock, hard as it was."Oh my, Sally wasn't exaggerating. You are well hung." I didn't realize I was being discussed," I said, surprised at Sally.I looked over to Sally and saw her standing a. I grab your prissy little hips, covered with your little skirt and start driving my cock deep inside you. "Look, at the whore! Look, how I fuck the shit out of you! Look at how well you take a cock in your ass! Look at that bitch, getting fucked like a prom queen! Watch how you push back on my cock, wanting in further inside you, Slut! Listen to my hips slap your ass, I am fucking you so hard!" I reach around and grab your balls, your head drops again. "Bitch! Look at yourself!" You look at. It was early morning of her fourth week here when she awoke covered in nightmare induced sweat. The hum of a helicopter was drifting through her high barred window. It could be any number of military staff but Rachael somehow knew different. It was him, the general had arrived.It was cool that dawn as the presidential chopper taxied in line with a red carpet, a row of immaculate soldiers snapping to attention. This was his special retreat only men drawn from his own tribe; his notorious.