I didn’t see any boxes of clothes.Violet hadn’t moved from the couch, other than to wrap herself in the blanket. I couldn’t really begrudge her ...hat. She’d had a hell of a day.My sister often gave people the impression that her beauty made her lazy or entitled, but it was a mistake to underestimate her. Given direction, Violet worked harder than anyone I knew: she just had very little self-motivation. She’d been that way since she was a girl. Paradoxically, the same quality made her a good. Almost Perfect until I found out she was submissive!She showed up in a timely manner to our hotel room and as soon as she could get in the door I began making my move. I started stripping her clothes off, fondling her large breasts and caressing her body sensually. Motioning for my boyfriend to join us. I could tell he was nervous but pushed him anyways. He ate her out first and she squirted onto his chest. I followed up behind him and gave it my best. Licking vigorously on her swollen clit as. . YYEESSS!” She yelps with an almost ecclesiastical glee.The old slut holds in position as the dog goes into overdrive, slamming into her from above and behind – fucking down into her tired body – making everything shake under the assault ... Soft belly, strangley hard and round tits, old legs and arms, loose flesh rippling... She turns her head to try and look over her shoulder at the beast, and we get a good look at her face – eyes wide, jaw tight, already a little sweaty ... Gasping, “Ohhh. I believe myparents tried for more but nothing ever happened. My town is a prettytough working man's town, 'Men were men, women were women.' Anyone thatwas considered anything less than manly were likely to get their headspunched in. Any man who was openly gay simply left as quickly as hecould." One evening, after work, I was on the bus and just gazing out thewindow when I saw him walking along the footpath. He wore a dress. Nomake-up, short hair. Not really broad shouldered but definitely a.