So for most of the day I spent with one of my close friends, not actually letting on what was happening at the hotel, but hinting to her. She seemed s...ocked. I didn't let on that I had taken an active role in any of the goings-on.When I arrived I was waiting at the dinner tables for the first couple of hours. Apart from one of the guests, who put his hand up the back of my short dress everytime I served him, the dinner was uneventful.At 8pm I was summoned to a room. There were two men there,. They had placed several pillows under her tummy as she lay on the bed face down. Her ass was sticking up in the air. One of the new guys was pounding her from behind. Another guy had his cock near her mouth. She would suck him in as she could, making muffled, "unnggghhh" noises, until she had to let him go as she had her own climax, changing her sounds to higher pitched wails until she shuddered. Then she would gobble him in again. The guy finally came in her. As he pulled out I could see cum. Mr Long says he's about to cum and you tell me, in no uncertain terms to pull your cunt lips wide apart, and as I do, you direct Mr Longs stream of hot spunk onto your clit. It almost filled you cunt and I massaged it into your thighs and, by now, even wetter pussy.Three down, one to go. Mr Huge knelt down between your legs and pushed me to one side. "Pull the sluts cunt apart" he said to me. Of course, I did. "Now guide me in" I gripped his thick cock at its base. I could feel it throbbing and. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her folds. Teasing her clit. Making her body writhe with pleasure. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his hard cock inside of her. Maybe even fucking her asshole. He could smell her. Almost taste her. His cock throbbed in his jeans. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient. He slipped and made a small sound on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the window? No. As he looked on he saw.