Her blonde vee looked like a cream bun topped by syrup. Holly cupped both hands over her cunt and, shuddering, played audience to this passion play, e...raptured by the randy drama. The girl thought that her eyeballs must be steaming as they registered the sordid sight. But, although she was holding her pussy fondly in both hands, Holly wasn't frigging herself off. Before, she had been saving her cumming for later, when she was fooling around with her girlfriend. But now the saucy teenager was. Their faces would flash instances of confusion or exasperation before clearing, as if they were attempting to shrug off some problem of their own with meditation techniques that were not quite up to the task of banishing their worries completely. And then there were four older men well into their golden years, their expressions nearly blank with almost narcotic-quality peace. They had deep lines around their eyes, noses, and mouths and one would almost wonder if they were not senile as they sat. Finally people started leaving. The host came over with a garden hose and hosed me off. When I was clean enough to touch he let me up and hosed down my front. I had been held in that one position so long I could hardly stand.I didn't think I would ever get clean again. But apparently the host wasn't all that particular. As soon as he was done hosing me off he bent me over and fucked my ass one last time.I was exhausted and humiliated beyond words. I was just about to lose it and this perverted. The building looked like a palace from where she was sitting, and for a split second she considered the possibility that she was still dreaming. Otherwise, how could she explain her presence here? But she could feel the warm wetness of the water on her skin and still taste the cloying sweetness of the coffee in her mouth.No, she definitely was not dreaming. Then what had happened? Could it be that Robert had found her at the motel, and somehow, without waking her, had moved her to this.