Christmas had gone as it usually did. Her brothers came home for the semester break, and she even went back on Christmas Eve to stay the night. Her mo...her liked to have them home for Christmas, and Ryan counseled herself that it was only one night. The actual holiday had been about as she’d expected. Her father and JT dominated the day and the conversation with football, Evan had hung out with them, and her mother had dropped none-too-subtle hints about Ryan meeting ‘someone special.’ Ryan had. "You like that, whore!" I demanded, slapping her ass hard."Yeess!" she screamed. Fuck, this bitch was cumming again."I'm going to make you my slave, bitch! How do you like that?" Fuck yeah!" she groaned as more wax ran down to mat her pubic hair. "Use me, abuse me! I'll do anything!" Then I'm your Master and Mary's your Mistress. You'll do whatever sick, twisted things we tell you to do, slut!" Yes, oh yes!" she panted like a bitch in heat.I drank more of the champagne and spilt some on her. When Tom curled his middle finger into my split and up into my alreadywet vagina, it felt so good that I didn't resist as Tom kissed me on thelips. His finger began stroking into me. Each time it went in all theway, the palm of his hand pressed against my clitoris. When Tom pushedhis tongue into my mouth, I parted my lips as he stroked his tongue intomy mouth with the same rhythm as his finger in my vagina. After theforeplay in the restaurant, it only required a couple of minutes of thisto make. Once inside the cop made me follow him up to the front desk and wait for the manager.“Hey, this the guy you called us about,” he asked.Still not telling me what they wanted I was told to go to the elevators with my cart. We rode up to my floor. He went right down to my room and used the card the manager gave him to open the door. I was told by his partner to get my cart in there while he held his hand on his gun.Thank the deity of your choice for the swarms of illegals these hotels paid under.