She vaguely knew that Emma had bathed her while she lay on her stomach on the bed, dousing the raging heat in her buttocks and thighs with so many col... flannels that the bed was decidedly wet. Fortunately, Lauren was unable to see the blood that Emma squeezed out of the flannel with every trip to the bathroom. Lauren cried relentlessly, sobbing as Emma tried to smooth her buttocks, caresing them with suntan cream she had found beneath the sink. The stinging ebbed slowly, turning into a dull. She looked at Brad’s slim body with greed, imagining what it would be like to be fucked by him and to wrap her legs around his tight ass as she pulled him deeper inside her.After exiting the lift, Brad stopped in front of a room and opened it with a card key. He had obviously been in the room before and Hiroshi had given him the key. As the two women and Brad walked in, Marie could see that it was a suite - not just a simple bedroom. Although she had been in many hotel bedrooms in Dubai, Marie. The women had spent the first hour after returning from their last class wiping the already-spotless room. Then, they had both wiped every surface with white tissues. They had only ceased their cleaning when the tissues had remained dust and dirt free.It seemed as if the Colonel were determined to find something out of place or dirty, but his white gloves remained immaculate even after he had wiped a hand on the top of the door and on the underside of the bunks."At Ease, Plebes," he finally. "We finished dressing in silence. I watched his cock bobbing and swinging as he moved. I couldn't help myself.We exited the gym, we started to turn left, I told him "Let me throw my bag in my car." I walked into the parking lot, popped the trunk, and threw my bag in. "Ready. Let's go."We walked down the sidewalk in the growing darkness. A few hundred yards, he turned. "Let's go in here."I looked at him. "This isn't a restaurant, what's this?" My apartment, upstairs" he motioned with his.