As I was drying my hair with my towel, still butt naked, I heard something in front of me. Then I heard a voice saying, "Did you still not manage to g...t off?" My cock twitched; there he was in front of me again. I told him, “No.” He said he had a magazine I could use if I wanted. I first said no out of fear. He asked again though and my cock overruled my head. What could the harm be? I thought, and I agreed. He then asked if I’d like a helping hand, I was too horny now to say no, especially as. In it I could see clearly, Mark and I coupled together, him on top of me, his meaty rod already spraying seed like a fire hose as it ploughed into my open body making me pregnant almost instantly as he bottomed out inside my womb, my belly growing fat with our child as I continued with what was a new fantasy for me.My thumb surprised me, a mind of its own, brushing over my most sensitive of spots, my clitoris, taking me from my dream as my back arched with the sudden rush of power. That's what. They were going to hurt. “Yes, Sir.” She forced herself to roll first onto her side, then onto her belly and got her knees under her. She pushed her ass up high in the air, the skin of her cheeks protesting the entire way. The smooth leather of the strap ran across her bottom. She loved the strap, the leather smell and the way it felt against her skin. “Who owns you, pet?”“You do, Sir.”Crack.She gasped, the blood rushing back into her bottom, the pain white hot in her eyes. She would. “Sean Wallace?”“That’s right,” said Sean. “And unless I’m mistaken, Mrs. Wallace is the other guest that you have been referring to. Is that right?”Bingham quickly retrieved the accounting records from earlier and saw that the American Express card for Amanda Wallace had been used to secure the rooms and incidental charges that he had presented to her through Mrs. Adams. Bingham then checked the room registrations and confirmed that Sean and Amanda Wallace were indeed sharing room 301.“You are.