I had fucked Barbara in a hotel room out of town during a business trip and also in her office; but I had never been in her own bedroom at her house. ...o, although I knew that I should not be there; curiosity suddenly invaded me and I kept walking through that darkened corridor.I found a beautiful dark mahogany furniture, with a huge four post bed in the middle of the room. I was sure that Barbara was a divorced bisexual bitch; so I tried to imagine who had fucked her onto those silky. "Pleeeease - fuck my tight, hot little Chinese ass!" It was almost a moan. I looked down at her, strapped in place as she was in the faint illumination that came through the window. The makeshift monster dildo still twitched on the bed, glistening with her juices, and her thighs, so drawn and taut and graceful, also shone with her juices. Her cunt was a darkly shining place in the shadows between her bent legs. Her back was sinuous, and every curve and muscle was beautifully defined, and the. Every time she turned she only found bored looking faces that said nothing as to the culprit, and every time she turned, without fail someone grabbed what little tit meat she had.Then someone took it a little farther, and her skirt dropped to the ground, showing off her pristine white knickers, a little damp from the heat of the car. She turned, in some kind of rage, only to feel a pair of hands grab her tits through her shirt, and see one of the men standing around snake his arm towards her. He advised the flunky at reception that he had an appointment with Missus Essington and Mister Ableforce and was asked to wait as a page went to the suite and returned, advising Adam to follow him. ‘Good evening Mister La Salle,’ Jayne said, after she opened the door to the suite. ‘Thank you Morgan,’ she said to the page, who beamed adoringly at her as Adam gave him a quarter. He was surprised, but hugely pleased that she was wearing a fashionably, almost European level of low cut dress. It had.