It wasn't that she was lying nearly naked with her legs spread wide open in the middle of a super-king-size bed in an expensive hotel suite. It was ce...tainly not that her fuck-me's and her little cocktail dress were lying in a wantonly discarded heap where they had been thrown after they were rather warmly removed.The fact that she had then briefly worn just a tiny black lace string, vey sheer black stockings and a very tiny black lace bra was not unusual either. Nor was it in the least bit. As I snogged him again I turned him round and said “Lay on the bed face down” as he did I kissed the back of his neck.Moving my tongue down his back slowly as my fingers touched him lightly he moaned. Running my tongue over the waistband of his undies, I slipped it down as I ran my tongue over his ass, slipping his briefs lower I parted his ass cheeks and rimmed him, he was groaning. Then I moved upwards pulling his pants back up, when I got to his neck I turned him over and sat him up.“Oh my. She licked her fingers. A guy yelled out, “Fuck yeah!” To which Victoria smiled with a satisfaction. She stood up, took a deep bow and walked as best as she could back toward the locker room. Her legs felt like jelly as she walked and she felt the little after-spasms as her pussy dripped more of her honey down her thighs and calves. She entered the locker room and nearly collapsed on a bench. But she felt she had to have one more before check out. She began to circle her clit again, but then. I could see in her eyes while my father fucked her that she was doing her duty and regretting it. That was why she never wanted to come back to this house. I wanted to believe that I was different from my father. He took what he wanted; he took what was his right in our culture. But I guess I still had too many American morals in me. I felt like it was wrong what my father was doing to her.And yet, I was doing the same. Pei-Hua wasn't my girlfriend. She wasn't even a"friend with benefits" like.