Webs of Deceptions
ass. Now she was
impelled by three Chinamen who were fucking her with lusty
glee!
    Susan was wiggling around trying to get free
but this just made them happier and more excited. The sensation of
having three cocks in her was incredible! This three-way lasted for
several minutes before the men, and Susan, began cuming - almost in
unison with each other.
    As they were fucking and cuming, there was a
loud knock on the door!
     
    Sue finally managed to buck them all off of
her and they lay spent and quiet on the floor. They looked at each
other wide-eyed, wondering who it could be pounding at the
door.
    KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! Louder this time as they
heard someone yell: “OPEN THIS DOOR! NOW!”
    Susan tried to pull her robe around her as
one of the men pulled on his pants and went to see who was
knocking.
    Sue heard what must have been Mandarin as
loud shouts came from the doorway. The other two men scrambled into
their clothes as they bowed differentially to the man screaming at
them. Then her three ‘clients’ quickly grabbed their belongings and
rushed from the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
    Standing there gazing at her was Mr Soto.

Chapter Seventeen – Mr Soto
     
    Horrified, Susan grabbed her panties and robe
and rushed into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Trying to
compose herself, she took deep breaths and looked at her reflection
in the mirror. ‘My god!’ Sue had the unmistakable aura of a
woman who had just experienced a sexual climax; her face and chest
were blushing pink. And she was covered in cum!
    Susan scrubbed herself down in the shower and
toweled off vigorously before returning to the sitting room. She
didn’t know if Mr Soto was still there, so she applied her makeup
before slipping into a dress and heels.
     
    When she returned to the sitting room, she
saw that he was still there and sitting in the same chair that she
had just serviced her ‘clients’ at. He was sipping from the flask
of sake they must have left behind and smoking a cigar. He stood as
she entered and smiled at her: “Ah, Mrs Dodge. I trust you are
feeling better?”
    “Oh, oh yes, Mr Soto. Thank you for saving me
from those horrible men…”
    He waved off her thanks as he said: “I feel I
should apologize for the actions of my countrymen. This younger
generation has lost their honor and has become very hedonistic.
They only seem to care about their own gratifications.”
    Ito Soto shook his head sadly as he sat back
down. Sue stepped over and sat in a chair next to him. “Well, I
don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t stepped
in.”
    She glanced at this tall, distinguished
oriental gentleman sitting next to her: “What made you come to my
room anyway?” She asked.
     
    “Tony and Frank sent me.”
     
    Susan felt as if someone punched her in the
stomach! ‘Would this debauchery never end?’ She just sat
staring at him with unblinking eyes. Then her head went down as she
said quietly: “Where do you want me?”
    “Relax Mrs Dodge. We have plenty of time.”
Soto offered her a drink of sake. Susan gratefully accepted.
    “We should go out to dinner first”, he said.
“It’s been a long day and I am sure you would like to have a good
meal. I certainly would.”
    “I don’t know Mr Soto. I really must call my
husband tonight, I’m sure he is worried about me being in a strange
city. And I do miss talking to my son...” her voice trailed
off.
    “Of course Mrs Dodge, Susan.” Soto replied.
“I’ll just wait here while you call them before we go out. Use the
phone in this room.” Something in the way he said that made Sue
realize he wanted to eavesdrop on her conversation with her
family.
    “Well, alright”, she said. “But please be
quiet when I speak with my husband.” Soto nodded as Susan picked up
the phone and called home.
    “Hello darling, how are you two bachelors
getting along without me there?” Sue smiled at Tim’s answer and
they continued chatting about

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