Oscar and Georgia managed to stay at hotels without interference from the press. The innkeepers tended to be individuals who had rediscovered their fa...th. They protected Oscar and Georgia by neglecting to mention to reporters that they were staying in the hotel. Once the couple was gone, reporters learned of their stay and descended upon the hotels. Again, everyone was interviewed.Oscar and Georgia drove around untouched by the chaos they were leaving behind. They entered and left countries. "How does this look?" He asked, with hope in his voice."Um . . . well, it's . . . I guess we might want to save that for Europe." What do you mean?" Well, it's not your best . . . um angle . . . um it's not the way it hangs, or . . ."Just as Jane was stuttering through a lame excuse, the left stall clicked open. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, she wanted to yell "stop!" as if there were about to be a collision of two worlds. From the left stall came the black man, unclothed except for a. Kate cried out after each remaining stroke. Aunty told her to stand up and rub her bottom. Then Kate turned back to face the table and me! Looking down in embarrassment, she said she would now receive six strokes of the cane for lying about her smoking. Aunty said, “Good, now take off your nightie for the caning.” “Please, no, Mum...” she said, tailing off as she saw her mother’s face. After another moments silent pleading look at her mum she lifted the nightie over her head. She had the most. With Lorettas dick massage, and the fresh thoughts of these two spectacularly gorgeous ladies at my disposal for the evening, a hedonistic primalism set in-my cock was going to explode. I couldnt help it-all at once, I put my hands under the table drape, and eased them along both Lisas and Lorettas legs-Lisa on my left, Loretta, my right. I groped inward, towards the inside of their upper thighs. I could feel the heat from their pussies. Loretta was sopping, and I eagerly tore up her tight red.