One might look at her and not even think she was a slave.The sun had almost set, but they made their way to their final stop, an inn known as the Old ...ineskin. It was busy inside, the air stinking of pipe smoke, ale, and poor hygiene, and the floor creaking under countless pairs of shifting boots. The hostess, a large woman looking like she birthed children by the litter, greeted them at the door from behind a front desk.“Are you here to eat or to sleep?” she asked.“Both. What are your. They do look good with their shirts off wearing identical loose fitting trousers as they rub their hands over each other’s torsos and tease and lick each other’s nipples.“If you are uncomfortable with anything we do, just say ‘stop now’ Julie,” Bob tells me as the two men kiss. They really are stretching the boundaries for me as I watch them remove each others trousers, then their male g-strings. They both really are hung.“You really are stretching the boundaries for me, I have never had two. I wanted him tofuck me, screw me, do whatever he wanted but show me love whiledoing it.On entering his room, I was surprised at the neatness. His bed wasneat and his study table was well organized. While I was lookingaround his room, I felt a hand engulfing me, embracing me frombehind. I could feel him kissing the nape of my neck as his wettoungur traced a path from the neck to my earlobes. His hands werefondling my breast and I pressed against him. I turned to face himand embraced him. He. She was rubbing my dick on her cleanly shaved pussy.She was so wet down there that I could see cum dripping from her pussy. She looked at me and moaned, “mmmmm” as she slowly sat down on my dick. It went in easily and I was surprised as Mausam had told me that her sister is a virgin. Then Mausam left my mouth and she looked at her sister who was sitting on my dick. She then took off her t-shirt and grabbed and pressed her boobs. Alisha was slowly moving her hips up and down and her hands were.