I look around the room to see if it fell off of the stand and notice that my TV is gone. The microwave in my kitchenette has also disappeared. Fuck!I ...ook over by my bed and breathe a sigh of relief as I notice that my purse is still there. I breathe another sigh of relief as I notice that my wallet is also still there. I look through the wallet and find my driver's license and other ID. My credit card is still there ... My Bank card is missing.As the pain pills kick in fully, the numbers make. It’s very difficult for him to concentrate on driving when he hears the sound of her fingers moving in and out of her very wet snatch. The car is soon filled with the smell of her sex. As he speeds up, to get to the hotel room he has secretly reserved for them, he looks over and sees that she’s taken her hand from between her legs and it’s soaked with her own juices. She leans over to him and very slowly runs her hand over his lips, covering them with her wetness. Keeping one hand on the. I placed by hand below her navel and started to drive my fingers towards her trouser elastics. Put my hand inside trousers and felt her pussy over her panties. She had a deep breath. Panties was already wet. I pulled her trousers down and massaged the surroundings of her pussy. She was moaning on excitement and was holding the pillows hardly. In order to increase her intensity of excitement i let her pull down my trousers. She took off my trousers and underwear on one pull. She was full high. " he said. I closed the door and hurried in to obey. My master sat on a thickly cushioned chair, two slave boys waving tall palm fronds to cool him. I moved to him and knelt at his feet."My member requires your attention, slave." he said, casually, as though telling me for a cup of water. I crawled up into his lap and opened his breeches, taking his limp member between my soft, full lips as he lay back and yawned.I slurped on it, sucking softly, running my tongue up and down the shaft. My.