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The girl receptionist gave me a dirty look when we collected the key and in the lift Tony told me to take the dress off. He threw it in the trash bin near the lift doors and I had to walk to the room in just my heels. Fortunately no one saw us. Well no one was there but Tony had to go and point out the cameras along the corridor. Back in the room Tony told me to have a bath and relax for a while. As I lay there he climbed in and had a shower, his dirty water falling on me. I showered before I got out. The curtains were wide open when I went into the room and anyone in the hotel over the road could have watched Tony give my pussy a close inspection. After declaring that it was fine he started rubbing my clit until I orgasmed. Then he got my new Ohmibod vibrator out its box and slowly pushed it into my vagina. I was cringing a bit as he pushed it in and I was happy when it didn’t really hurt. When I told Tony that it didn’t hurt he told me that doctors and surgeons were always over cautious about recovery times because some people are slow healers. I guessed that I’m not one of those. Tony switched the vibrator on to low and he got me to suck his cock while the vibe made me more and more horny. Unfortunately, after he’d shot his load down my throat he switched the vibrator off and a frustrated me had to go to sleep without relief. The next morning I woke up feeling good. Tony was in the shower and the sun was shining through the un-curtained window. I went over to the window and looked down at the busy street. Then I looked to the hotel opposite. My mouth dropped but I didn’t move when I saw 2 men on different floors looking over to me. I hate to say it but I enjoyed those men looking at the naked me. I heard a noise from the bathroom and quickly moved away from the window. When Tony emerged he looked at me then out of the window then said, “You’ve got an audience Claire.” “Have I, I didn’t notice.” “Move to the window and face them, then after a minute wave at them then go and have a shower.” I felt unhappy about being told to expose myself but at the same time I wanted those men to see me naked again. I hoped that Tony couldn’t read my thoughts. Breakfast wasn’t room service that morning and Tony took me down to the hotel’s restaurant. Again he had me wear only an almost obscene dress and heels. I got a few admiring (I think) glances from the business men eating their breakfasts but it really wasn’t that embarrassing. It was back up to the room after that then Tony told me that we were going to a surveillance equipment show. “Wow,” I thought; then, “well at least he won’t be able to get me to strip in such a public place.” The morning rush hour was still happening when we got to the underground. Again I had to endure the wind blowing the skirt part of my dress up around my waist and one particularly embarrassing time, when my skirt rose nearly above my breasts, I wished that Tony had bought me tight fitting dresses. I also had to endure the crowded trains again although that time Tony managed to stand next to me. I felt a lot safer but that didn’t stop one hand, from goodness know who, from going up my skirt and finding its way for a finger to go inside me. And why did I slide my feet apart to facilitate the groping. I again decided that there was something wrong with me. Tony took me to a Security Convention; an excuse for security business’ to get together and talk about all the latest product, the products that had had sales brochures arriving at the indian office just about every day. The concept of the convention seemed a bit pointless to me. When Tony opened the door to the main hall I got a bit of a surprise. Firstly the number of people there amazed me and secondly the size of the place and the number of stalls. “So what am I doing here Tony?” I asked. “You’re my superheroine for the day.” Mean while Julie is sitting at her office desk with a tingling wet pussy thinking she is in line for his next rape session. In a few minutes she was asleep. She continued to rub my ass and my boobs as we danced, then gave me another kiss as the dance ended. When the next cock in my mouth spews its seed, I look up to the edge of the ledge and see Mack, my husband, looking down on me. Watching the guys take their pleasure. What are you indian doing? Her smile reappeared, yet was more vibrant, like pentimento. She grabbed a fistful of his hair with her hands and shoved his face towards her waiting hole, and Matt decided his best course of action was to do what she wanted. An orgasm slowly building in her. As he looked back into mine, he shuddered and grabbed the back of my neck to pull me for a sensuous kiss. She got a good pounding every night as I released my pent-up frustrations inside her. *“So there's gotta be someone else, someone younger maybe?” “Yeah, it’s cool.” he answered flatly and tiredly. I then release her from my grip and stand up exhausted. Nor were his as he filled the condom.