Once we were on the ground with our luggage, we headed off to the hotel and checked into our suite. “Jennifer, my love, (oh how I like the sound of ...hat!), I’m going to take a nap. Care to cuddle with me?”I didn’t take long for Jennifer to strip to her undies and the two of us lay down and, snuggled up to one another, had a sleep. It seemed like no time at all passed before we heard our wakeup call.I’d arranged with the concierge for a cab to take us to my ex-wife’s home. After a relatively. At the same time, the ache as her lips were spread farther and farther apart as his hand pushed insistently past her resistance, his knuckles the only thing keeping his entire first from entering her tight tunnel… She felt his mouth move to the other nipple and again bite down, just as he pushed with all of his might, his fist slipping past the final resistance, filling her cunt with his arm up to his wrist… He began moving it slowly back and forth, sliding it in and out of her wet, stretched. On the way, she noticed that the crying girl was gone.Back at the room, she blocked the camera again as she opened the drawer and put the things away. She changed into proper clothes, and went in search of the common room. By the time she reached it, the others were getting ready for dinner. She found Victoria, and joined the others en route to the Refectory.Once there, Victoria guided her to her seat. She noticed that, like the chair in the headmistress' office, this chair was a little smaller. “Happy birthday,” her mom said shrugging. Her father was, as usual, out on a business trip, but would probably call later. That is, if he remembered, Carolina thought contritely. He, or rather, his secretaries.“I don’t think I would need that many secretaries,” she remarked unrelated when she tore open the envelope. “I mean, I’d rather have my appointments in my own head.”Her mom just smiled a tired smile and sipped on her morning wine. “Ah, sweetie,” she said, “they’re certainly not necessary,.