I was the fuck meat in a sandwich, firmly held in place on my back and by may hair. Two strong men, using me, fucking me, moving me as best they could...for their pleasure, fuck what I wanted, just fuck me. I could feel the Dutchman release my back and tightly grip my hips whilst I was fucked properly, fucked in the way that ensured a rapid cum. Very rapid thrusting forwards whilst pulling on my hips to maximise depth of penetration – it would have taken my breath away but I was already. After reaching the hotel we checked in and i asked her to feel herself at home. she was again little nervous. i had handed over her a package gift wrapped. she asked what and i told her to see herself, it was a beautiful black colored salwar kameez,( i know black is her fav color) she was so happy to see her fav color dress and i asked her to change and come in the dress, she went in and changed herself and came, it was almost a perfect fit ( its my luck to have chosen right size for her) she. She thinks about it a minute and types into the room ‘sure why not.’ When the email arrives, she is a little afraid to open it. As she watches the picture open onto the screen, she sees a rather heavy man with no shirt, she laughs to herself and wonders what she is supposed to say. When he sends her and instant message, she just types in ‘nice.’ He types, ‘Do you have a pic?’ She answers back ‘I am new to this. This is my first time in a chat room and you are the first person I have talked to. ‘I would love to stay and join in with your playtime but George is picking me up a 6. We’re going to the races at Taunton tomorrow and as it’s such a looong way down there he’s told his wife he’s going tonight so it’s two nights of hotel sex for us this time’ said Fiona with a grin. ‘Can you run me home Jo … I assume that you’re going home. ‘Let me get my clothes on’ sighed Jo ‘and I’ll take you’. Aren’t you going to clean up first?’ I asked. ‘Why? My husband won’t mind in fact he won’t even.