We walked soaking wet through the lobby, all eyes on the hot young thing with me as I picked up my keys from the front desk. We got into the lift and ...he bellboy smiled and took us to my floor.We got back to my room and I quickly went through my cupboard looking for something clean for her. All the things that turned me on- the dim lighting the coziness of the room, the fresh, clean bed and blankets, the anonymity- all of it was there. Finally, I gave her a towel and asked her to go wash the. Sadly I didn’t stay to watch the ending as I ran to my room, cleaned myself up and went to bed happily.When I woke up the next morning, I found a note from her saying that she had gone out for the whole day and won’t be back until late. This gave me the perfect opportunity to look through her room and I found the two cucumbers that she used last night. Mmmmmmmmm never did a pair of cucumbers smell so good.She returned at around 11pm with two of her friends and I was in my room, trying to go to. Rita was delighted with her new find. His touch was so gentle, yet so firm, he caressed her and pressed her. She moaned, she was aroused and her juices began to flow. She now turned over to give Rahul his first ever view of her well-rounded tits and finely shaven cunt.Rahul demurred. This Aunty was being way too generous to him. Rita pulled him over her and passionately kissed him fully on the mouth. “Go on, have fun.” Rahul’s cock was now rock hard. He was scared he would come on her and leave. This swing had the blade aimed at Tim’s chest.Several guards from outside burst into the room, raised their guns, and pointed them at the interrogator with the hatchet. Tim did not even react as the hatchet entered his chest.The sunlight shining through the curtained window finally reached Tim’s closed eyes. The dream was a vivid recollection of a particularly rough day of interrogation while stuck in the basement of the CID-SI headquarters in Ft. Sam Houston. Tim woke with a shock, clutching.