She just stood at the edge of the wall with her back facing me. I already had an hard on and I went from the back just held her boobs. She let out sof... moan ahh …..ahh … I slowly lifted her salwar and removed her pant nada and it fell to the floor I got down on my knees and slapped her arse it went phat again phat she was like aaahhh …… babe I love it do it harder ahhhh ……I got up and removed the back zip of here salwar top and made her stand only with her bra and panties she looked like a. As she finishes the third room on the floor, the door to 317 opens, and four people spill out.The two men. One built like a rugby player, with – she now knows – a tongue like a lash and enough upper arm strength and grip to hold a thrashing woman down as he feasts on her vulva. One taller and more lithe, with – she now knows – a long, thick, veiny cock that spurts forth goopy white semen across women’s faces. One woman, small and delicate on the outside, but a fierce, violently demanding lover. “Show me. Tell me. All I want is for you to be happy.” Emily stood in front of him and slid the small straps of her nightgown off her shoulder. “I’m really very aroused, Evan,” she said, holding the small gown to her. “You can see how my nipples are distended, can’t you?” “Yes,” was all me managed to say. “I would love for you to kiss and lick them, Evan.” A slight smile crossed his face. Emily released her hold on the fabric and the gown slid down her frame. She heard the breath catch in his. "Good morning, ma'am," he said."You can call me Amy," she said with a smile."Good morning, Amy." Did you sleep well?" Fine." That skirt looks funny on you -- let me see what I can get." She went into the storeroom across the hall and emerged with a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants and handed them through the bars. He figured he would change later, but she waited expectantly. So he donned the sweatshirt, then turned his back, slipped the skirt off and pulled the sweatpants up."So, what can I tell.