Group

Daddy stood in front of the dresser mirror: he buttoned up his shirt cuffs and checked his tie. 'There's money in the top drawer,' he said without turning round. 'Buy yourself something nice to wear.' The toilet flushed and Sabine, the hotel concierge emerged from the bathroom in a bra and panties, her makeup fixed up and the cum, lube and pussy juice washed from her hands and face. She took her shirt and skirt from a hanger in the closet and stepped into it, then turned to Daddy.