"I'm going to touch your moist places, your pretty cunt, and when I'm ready: I'm going to bugger your ass."There was nothing she could do, no defence,...for his eyes had refocused on her hose and she mewled aloud in despair. God. He was after her stockings now! The fucking bastard! Oh Jesus. He was going to strip her, humiliate her. Oh God! They both reached simultaneously for her stockings and his smile broadened and his cock became dark and menacing and erect. She hated his arrogance and she. I had been sent here deliberately... As I licked my dry, cracked lips which were alcohol dry and parched, there were vague memories. I had been sent here. Moaning, I tried to rise but stiff linen bed sheeting was moulded to me, it crackled as I moved making me open my eyes to accept what was around me.The hotel room was beige, very beige and quite sterile. I knew, without the need to look, that the minuscule kettle and a small cup would be on a sideboard, the TV would be set to random channel,. Either way, my cock needed female attention.The trip back was a little more of the same. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation; Lisa continues to be a tease, both in her conversation and body language. We docked the boat. “Go ahead, I’ll close up down here” I said. No one objected. The 3 of them go up to the house. I can hear them laughing as they go up the stairs. I refill the boat with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover on the boat. It takes about 25 or 30 minutes before I. I found her thick pubic hair to be no major impediment to my eating her tight little peach. My tongue moved everything out of its path as it traversed from pucker to clit, occasionally stretching itself as much as I could manage to dip deeply into her narrow opening. Her fluids were leaking copiously from her Latina love hole as I munched away merrily.Her first orgasm seemed to gently sweep over her, sort of a soft "hello". The second was longer and stronger, more of a "Oh yeah, that's it!"..