I bet they have a great hot tub and spa there, don't they?" "I bet they do. Marriott's usually do have nice spas. But I did not bring a bathing suit,"...I replied. Elizabeth giggled and responded, "Neither did I. That's what a bra and panties are for. The guys can wear gym shorts or their boxers. It will be naughty, wicked and fun." "We can't walk through the hotel wearing just a wet pair of panties and a bra," I protested. "We can wrap ourselves in a towel. It'll be fun," Elizabeth reassured. They stared at each other, and Jim just leaned forward taking the head ofthe cock in his mouth running his tongue around it as their eyes statedlocked on each other.It didn't take long for Rodge to grab the back of Jim's head forcing hiscock into the back of Jim's throat. "That's a good slut, take that cock,gag on it, slut" He said before pulling out and slamming it back in anholding it there as Jim's nose rested in his pubs, tears began to form inJim's eyes, has he gaged on the cock. Rodge. I needed her already and it hurt.Such thoughts ran through my mind as I looked at Denise, who stood before me in her wedge espadrilles, a navy dress that fell to her knees and her blonde hair in pigtails. She was looking at me with a bit of fear in her eyes; I could understand or would have, if I'd given a fuck about it: I was angry.I was sitting behind my desk and beckoned her to come to me. Dutifully she walked around. Still seated, I lifted her dress to stroke her thigh."You're not dressed. Her thighs were shining in the sun light. They were like big banana trunks. My cock began to grow. She was busy in collecting the grass. She completed grass collection and sat down to make it a bundle. As her sari was up her thighs her inner thighs and little pussy hair were visible to me. Suddenly she took her sari off and wiped her sweat on her face, neck and cleavage. She kept her hands in her jacket to clean her milky boobs. I got huge erection in my cock. She completed her work and asked.