With my head throbbing the late morning sun bored into my eyes. Some heartless bastard had drawn the curtains. Whoever it was, they were long gone alo...g with everyone else. An oppressive emptiness flooded the room as I got up. My room had been full of people when I stumbled in the night before, but now the other nine beds were vacant. I made it to checkout just in time to get my sheet deposit back. To combat most hangovers a greasy breakfast is in order, but in Europe this remedial solution is. They happened to be a sheer silk hi rise bikini with lace trim.Dior had seen fit to adorn them with one of their classic designs. The lace applique ran down each leg hem, justabove the elastic. It formed a "V" that framed my little "clitty" encased within the silk. I had my hair done in a pseudo oriental hair style in an attempt to compliment the dress and complete the look of an oriental "comfort girl".My eye make-up was also done to give me an oriental appearance. Even though I'm very petite. Das minit ki ghacha ghachch chudai baad didi joron se zad gayi. Mein bhi us ke sath zada. Ham dono shithl ho kar dhal pade.Mein : Didi, teri shadi hui tab se mein tuze chodana chahata tha. Aaj meri ichchha puir hui. Maza aaya na ?Didi : Jab se meine jana ki tune Paro ko choda hai tab se mein tera lund lene ke liye tadap rahi thi. Maja aa gaya.Mein : Meine jiju jaisa choda ki nahin ?Didi : Bilkul un ke jaisa hi choda.Zad ne be bavajud mera lund narm pada nahin tha. Meine fir se dhakke lagane. I slipped it into my mouth and started working it with my tongue, trying to coax a load as quickly as possible. When I sank my lips to the root, I smelled his rank crotch odor and struggled not to gag.As I blew him, I couldn’t help wondering why I was disappointed in his cock size. What difference did it make? I was only doing this because I was ordered to, wasn’t I? The goal was a load of cum in my stomach and a mild case of bad breath, not sexual satisfaction. So why did I wish he was better.