She was viewing the scene from an angle that placed her in the ceiling corner, so she couldn’t get a good glimpse of his face, but his body language...was loose and relaxed. She didn’t have time to look further before the bedroom door swung open and a woman stepped inside. She was a beautiful blonde with a delicate, elegant face. Young-looking and slim, she wore a stylish ivory lace nightgown that was transparent enough to tease the wide hips and heavy breasts hidden beneath the light fabric.. She had lost count of the orgasms the two superbly endowed men had given her.Worst of all Ernesto had seen and heard it all, and must know that her body had betrayed him. She should have taken pleasure in his attentions and his alone, and should, by their code of honour, have rejected the strangers' bodies. She should have prevented the rape, or at least died trying; instead she had lain there humping like a bitch in heat on the black cocks and even straining up towards their fingers.Then the. I moved downwards, touching her through her clothes, making her hips rise and fall with each breath she took. She moaned as I kissed her hip, and giggled as I tickled the inside of her thigh. A gasp left her lips as I kissed her crotch through the denim, and a glorious silence as I moved away. She was ready. I retrieved the scissors from the bedside table and took them to her ear, snapping them together. She jumped and smiled in anticipation, waiting for me. First, I snipped the top of her. After filling the bucket with ice cubes, I headed back to my room. Just before arriving at the door, a door to the next room popped open. Out came two lovely mature women. I was a bit startled as they appeared and turned toward me (turns out they were also going to the ice machine). We made eye contact and greeted each other. With my key in one hand and the bucket in the other, I had no cover. After our mutual greeting, one of the ladies (Karen) looked down and said, "Oh, my God! Buffie - look.