I dart to a nearby stairwell.I emerge into a darkened hallway, the scent of perfume leading me on. At the entrance to an open door, I find no less tha... seven women, all wearing skimpy harem outfits. One is giving another a pedicure. Another is doing hair. Several are merely lounging and watching TV.One stands as she notices me and the rest of their eyes follow.?Who are you?? the standing woman asks. She is taller than the others, though they all look similar: Asiatic, as are the general and his. She was a little dry so she began flicking her clit then gently rubbed it. She loved the sensation so she grabbed her clit with the tips of her fingers and genly twisted it. She liked it rough and Hank was never willing to be kinky with her. She started to leak pussy juice so she knew it was time. She began fingering her pussy slowly but increased the speed as she went along begining to really enjoy the sensation. She put in two fingers and started to go wild. Sweat poured from her body making. His tongue darts out and lightly traces the outline of your ear. His hands move up to your breasts, cupping and gently squeezing them. His hands move to the back of your dress as his tongue presses further into the center of your ear. As his hands unzip your dress, you let out a low moan and push back against him trying to feel his hardness. He helps push the dress off of your shoulders as he gently guides it down your arms. As your dress accumulates on the floor, he takes your hand to help. ..She was surprised of seeing me home so late.Anita passed me and headed into the dining room. I flipped my hand at her backside, but only just made contact. She laughed openly, as she tweaked up her skirt to give me a glimpse of her tiny thong that was hidden between her ass cheeks.That glimpse, the quick sight of that black thong and her bum, hit the spot. I ran over her and caught her wrist. The surprise showed on Anita’s face as I pulled her back into the dining room.I twisted her arm I had.