I wet my dick one last time in her thick pussy cream and popped the tip into her ass. Tight! "Oh god just do it. Tear me in two! I reached across her ...ack and turned her face into the mattress and pushed it down hard. "If you scream, so help me... !" I calmed myself down listening for the laughter and voices outside, still in full party mode. The door was locked, I reminded myself, then re-focused my attention on this hot round bubble butt ready and eager to be popped. "Keep your face in the. Boy, did I get fucked up. My hair was a mess. I started singing along, loudly, to the jukebox. I still can't hear Etta James "Sunday Kind of Love" without cringing at the thought of me belting it out at the top of my lungs. Apparently, at some point, I decided I didn't want to wear my bra anymore, and unhooked it. I pulled it out of my sleeve like I was performing a parlor trick, and the group applauded. My large heavy breasts were now unencumbered by nylon and underwire and my dark nipples. Out of sight of the village, he untied the rope, then, reconsidering, slid it around her narrow waist and retied it, afraid she'd wander off. They journeyed for a few miles before stopping."Mandy." he said, in english.She looked up dull eyed."Remember me? Joe?"Mandy continued to stare at him."I'm going to bring you back to your mother and father." Uhhnnggghhh?" Your mother and father. Do you understand me?"She nodded."Say something then." he said, in exasperation.She didn't say anything."Mandy?. “Sorry, I was in the shower,” she told the young man as he pushed a trolley into the room. I saw the smile grow on his face as he passed my exposed wife. He left the trolley in the middle of the room and turned to leave. “How much do I owe you?” my wife asked, in a hope to turn him to her once again. “Nothing, miss, it will be added to your bill,” he answered as his eyes scanned every inch of my wife. “Just give reception a call when you are done and we will collect the trolley.” My wife.