So, you want to know what we're doing in my room every afternoon? Well, it's not always the same things. Why don't you just watch?"What did he say?"Wa...ch?" Sure, I don't mind. Maybe we could fix a peep hole or something. Or you could hide in my closet. Talk about sex-ed class." You are kidding." No, not really. If you want to know what we're doing, seeing is the best way. Just don't tell Kayla. But I really don't care if you watch us. We really do have fun. Well, you've heard us already." You. It is, or was supposed to be, a happy, pleasant tune whatever the lyrics. But when he slept that night, that song was the heart of his nightmares. … use you, to abuse you… Three women stand before him, ghosts of exes past. One of a height to match him, clad in latex, strawberry blonde hair tied back into a severe bun. Two women, much shorter than she, kneel next to her, submissive in demeanor, the pale blonde pleasuring her with lavish kisses as if she were a lost love newly found, the. I opened the bedroom door and looked around for bog. There were several doors along a short corridor; none of the doors had numbers so it didn't look as if I was booked into some sleazy shagging hotel. Maybe I was in a knocking shop? The carpet was quite expensive looking, and the general décor indicated that I could be in a high-class brothel.I found a very palatial bathroom, with a pedestal, a bidet and a walk-in shower. I emptied my bladder and then decided to take a shower. Until now I. . Slowly wipe up her forehead while slowly nibbling her ears… She moans and say yaar yeh galat hai and let me do my work…I move back a bit then slowly again go near her lick her from her neck and over the blouse till her back of the waist… Shiver runs down her spine and shouted sexily Yaar please let me work… I still stay there and Move my hand on her stomach while she is trying to still dough…I moved my crotch part and grind on her ass while my hands play near her lower boobs and my tongue.