She loved this, the naughtiness of it, the feeling of her pussy juice running down her bare leg to her ankle. She was vicariously experiencing sex wit... her godfather whom she admired so much, and looking at a beautiful girl being fucked, something that Mary had always dreamed of.Paul was clearly nearing the climax now. His eyes closed, his thrusts getting quicker, more urgent. May was gripping the bed linen in pre-orgasmic arousal. Mary felt like she was in a dream, thrusting her own hips. On our arrival we settled into the hotel, showered and changed. A pretty huge place with restaurants, KTV, 2 bars, a lounge, massage rooms , spas, theme rooms (BDSM,Hospital,School, etc) and rooms/apts for over 200 girls plus other staff. On top of that the hotel for guests. The girls work 4 days on, 1 on call and 2 days off and are split into 5 shifts (teams) we joined team B. Each team consists of around 30 girls. The girls rent their room/apt and decorate it as they want and probably 95% of. Getting the photo turned out to be harder than I had thought. Gettingover the huge fence and across the yard without being seen had been theeasy part, but getting a photo of the master bedroom on the 2nd floorhad been harder.Once home I printed out the photo, set it down on my bed, got my stonefrom the drawer. I placed the stone down on the photo and let go.The usual lurching came, witch I had gotten used to, but what I hadn'texpected was to be laying down on my back in the dark. Unable to. "Caroline, it's me," a far-off voice announces."And who is 'me'?" she demands in a soft voice. Her voice is always soft."It's me—Roger," the voice insists. "C'mon, Caroline, don't play games!" What games, Roger?" she laughs, "I haven't spoken to you for so long, I nearly forgot what you sound like."Her retort brings an audible sigh from him and then a quick response."I know—I know; Caroline," pleads the caller. "But I'm going to make it all that up to you this weekend." A single weekend," she.