Some mornings I wonder what it would be like if anybody besides me was ever in here. They'd see my naked body when they came to check on me. Or even...someone who came through to sweep the floor and empty the trash – if such things were relevant to an empty room, anyway. They'd see me, wonder why I was in here, and whisper quietly theories of why I couldn't come out. Maybe they would admire my form, or linger when they passed to smile at cheap fantasies they would discourteously muse at the. He pulled her closer after he had a god grip, so she could get a better feel of his tongue. She was trying to squirm away even more now, she is grabbing the sheets, her chest, finally she gives in and takes it all in. He starts sucking and nibbling on her clit she has no choice but to hold his head right there until she comes. ‘OWWWWWWWWWW shit!’ When he felt her about to come he started to come he started to nibble on her clit more frequently. He had two fingers deep in her pussy making. If this sounds heavenly, it was not that great as unfortunately there was a slightly sour smell coming from the milk. Inevitable I guess in the heat of Hanoi.Again, he washed me thoroughly all over, taking quite a bit of time over my cock again. After that, he rinsed it off with the warm water from the showerhead and then proceeded to pat me down with a towel – not the one I had brought. When we were finished, he took me back to the massage room. I always remember seeing other men – customers. A smile crept over her face as she enjoyed the peace. She turned left and walked up the stairs to her room. As she reached for the doorknob she heard a creaking noise. It stopped her dead in her tracks. It was quiet again. As she grabbed the handle again she heard it, this time louder. It was coming form across the hall in her brother's room. Damn, she wasn't alone after all. Her eyes opened wide at the next noise she heard. It was a moan. She knew that sound alright. Without thinking she.