We were all standing in a circle and talking when Rohan accidentally dropped his drink on my pallu, and the mark was very prominent. Immediately, he suggested that I go to the hotel nearby where they had booked a room for guests and clean it up. I went to the place to clean up the mess. As, I took off the saree, I realized that the soft touches of Rohan had made me horny, and I badly needed some sex in the beautiful five-star hotel room. In order to get a quickie, I called up the water ordering some fresh water, and got naked, wrapping a towel around myself. When he knocked the door, I let him in, and asked him to keep the tray by bedside, as I went to the door, locked it, and dropped the towel. The waiter, a cute guy in his mid-20s, knew exactly what I wanted, and picked me up and kissing my tits, threw me on the bed, pouncing upon me, messing my hair as he explored my body. He held me tight as he kissed me all over, before taking off his uniform, and pointing his 7inch cock at my pussy. All, I wanted was a casual fuck, and that’s what the waiter was giving me. I was sweating and I just started moaning in pleasure when I heard a knock on the door, with Rohan asking, “Bhabhi, are you done yet, I got to take Bhaiya ka shoes from the room, the ceremony is over.” I knew I was in trouble. I had a penis in my vagina, and it was so frustrating to feel it shrink inside me. There was complete silence. I got up, wrapped indian a towel around my sweaty naked body, slid my inner wears under the bed and pushed the waiter inside the bathroom with his clothes telling Rohan, “Bhaiya, wait a minute, I got drenched while washing clothes.” I opened the door in towel only, and Rohan was surprised to see me like that. He walked inside asking, “What happened to your hair bhabhi?” I had no answer to his question that why my hair was so disheveled, I tried to divert the topic asking him where are the groom’s shoes. “Bhaiya, I don’t think I will be able to make it to the marriage for another hour, will wait for my clothes to dry off under this fan.” Rohan looked at the fan and asked back, “Why are you sweating so much in the AC and the fan?” He smiled as if he knew what was going on. I stumbled for words, and said, “Hurry up, bhaiya must be waiting.” He peeped under the bed where he had kept the shoes and picked up my brassiere and panties. He asked me again, “Bhabhi, why did you take your inner garments off, they are not wet? Are you hiding something?” He leaped towards the cupboard, not finding anyone. I was pale and didn’t know what to do. Then, he rushed for the bathroom door only to find it locked. He now knew it, and asked aloud “Who is inside?” I was so embarrassed when he picked up the bow of the waiter, and said, “Ohh, looks like you were using some room service” and winked at me. I dropped my towel now, and replied with a wicked smile, “Rohan, maybe I won’t need it anymore.” He moved up to me, and started kissing my neck, biting my earlobe. “Oh bhabhi, you are so fucking tasty.” Running his hands through my hair, he started sucking my lip, and I reciprocated with equal passion. I groaned at the pleasure flowing down my dick. I also suggest that we give each of the SS agents 100 shares to show our thankfulness in them doing their job. If I had my way, he wouldn't have to hide the fact that he was loving all his sisters. Baby Girl said that’s my Daddy no one messes with his girl’s, flesh or circuit Daddy will hurt indian someone! She’s sweet, and she’s kind. I said how about this weekend you and I take off somewhere? His mind, though, had different plans. My arms were being secured behind me. Handcuffs? Some of the guys really knew how to slap hard. Smiling, Donna stepped back, and motioned for him to come in. She thought that as well when the man had said two moons. She leaned against the wall and her mind drifted to dirty things. Vagina, anus, or mouth?” Her top had been shredded beyond use. “Will do.” The boss said. Some of you probably thought Jim was seducing me in his story number two. As I was thinking, I knew there were a couple that I could probably last the entire time, which of course was my goal, I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted to fuck her hard.... My vision got dark and fuzzy. We lounged, had dinner, had sex, and then fell asleep in our nest by the stove. Rather him fuck a whore than him fuck her she thought to herself. It is responsible for feelings of sexual pleasure when stimulated, and, for many women, clitoral stimulation is how they are able to experience an orgasm.” He said so professionally. I wanted to bring Kayleigh home from the Dudley’s. But the problem was that my Mom still didn’t know that Kayleigh was a sex slave just like her. He wanted to steal a kiss but the crowd made him decide not to. What happens next. We liked each other, we talked about a lot of things, we were attracted, one thing led to another.” Ryan again got me to sit with my legs open on the train and I’ve no idea how many people saw my pussy. Abigail looked shocked. She held her gaze for a few seconds before facing front again.