The job in the hotel, the first waste

I'm not, I work in a hotel as an assistant. And the hotel I work in is one of the biggest hotels in the city, actually it's a five star hotel. I do not know what else to do but I think hotel service is very comfortable. There is only a little workload in the season and there is no workload when the season is over, so most of the time we spend relaxing. Those who come with family to the hotel only come on holidays, even on summer vacations. But the rest of the time the newly married couple come to their honey moon. And this event happened in my life this off-season. A couple had come to their honey moon.

At that time I was too busy at work and I didn't have time to look at any other. Because the order was coming from different rooms to reach their food. There were different food orders coming from different houses as well. But I noticed a strange thing, when a couple comes to do their honey chandrima, they are often in the hotel room and order food as needed, almost no order of wine. But things were different, food was being ordered less in this house and alcohol was high.

My work was reaching so I was delivering but I was wondering. At their house, I found the very first bottle of wine, a very beautiful girl and a beautiful looking boy. Several times, I came to realize that alcohol is the husband of the beautiful girl. In fact, he is more addicted to alcohol than his daughter. His liquor order continued to grow, and his wife's disgust gradually increased.

He was so upset that he was busy watching his TV without being noticed anywhere else. Several times, I came to realize that alcohol is the husband of the beautiful girl. In fact, he is more addicted to alcohol than his daughter. His liquor order continued to grow, and his wife's disgust gradually increased. He was so upset that he was busy watching his TV without being noticed anywhere else. Every time I went to their room, he started talking to me for no excuse.

He asked what my name is, where I live, when my work is done, whether I return home during the night or at night. Join me at work in the wee hours of the morning. I realized he was getting extra bored so he was talking to me, to spend his time. Because her husband was not finished drinking, she ate five large bottles and ordered a new bottle. And he stopped being too mean to tell her anything.

Once again I received another order from this house, this time for dinner. I reached for food, her husband had a nose in his bedroom and he was sitting on the sofa in the room crying. I entered the house and did not understand what I should do, I asked where to put the food, he said where to put it. I stood for a few moments with her food and thought about what to say.

And as he was constantly crying and wiping tears with a handkerchief, I told him I couldn't stay. Why are you not calling your husband? He broke his silence and said, "There is no profit, he is a drunkard. My marriage has only been a month and I still do not know what the marriage is." Hearing this, I did not understand what I should do or what I should answer. He again asked "Noreen are you married?" I said "no". He said that after marriage, you should not do the same to your wife.

Because all girls have an expectation of her husband, they will try to keep her happy. I got worried again because I didn't have a sentence. On hearing this, I didn't understand what to do and what to answer. He again asked, "Noreen, are you married?" I did not say he would not do the same to your wife after marriage. Because all girls have an expectation of her husband, they will try to keep her happy. I got worried again because I didn't have a sentence.

Suddenly it came out of my mouth, "No Madam, if I have a wife like you, I will never do milk with her, I will keep her like a queen." He looked at me for a moment without leaving his eyes. I was scared that if he said poorly at my hotel, I could go to work. I immediately corrected, "Madam will forgive me if I say something wrong, it suddenly comes out of my mouth."

I'm so sorry .. "He got up from his sofa and came to me and said" Oh no, you're a very good boy. "Why do you worry that you have at least made me feel bad?" He approached me and grabbed my hand. I was shocked and started to sweat in the AC. He started to wipe the sweat off my forehead with his saree.

And he brought his hand over my head to the lips to speak. He put his finger in my mouth to point his finger at me and I sucked his finger. He came very close to me, this time his milk was touching my chest. I got heated from the inside and started sucking his milk. He said "slowly do not tapo, it is hurting". I pressed slowly to say nothing.

This time we both got very hot and started kissing each other deeply. After that, everything happened so fast, no matter what, I and she were naked and lying to her drunk husband. We weren't in a position to see or understand anything, and since it was my first touch I was mad at him. My long full sized treasure was sticking to the depths of her vagina and my hands were two tips of her milk.

He was pressing down on me from underneath and his vodka muscles were holding my torso. And in the meantime we both got very excited and my sex juice started flowing inside her pussy. This was the first time in my life, so I couldn't forget today.