I figured that would get us a few dances, get the man of the hour a lap dance, and make everyone happy." That sounds fine to me. So your friend likes ...londes? What else is he into? I mean how should I dress? Does he like costumes or should I just dress regular?" Costumes?" I asked."Yeah you know, does he like the little schoolgirl thing? The hot secretary type? That sort of thing." Oh no, I don't think that will be necessary. Just wear something hot like you have now is fine."Honey blushed a. She just didn’t know it yet. But she would, soon enough, I'd make sure of it.“I’ll make it rough, Amber. I’ll fuck you so hard, your pussy will be full of my cum. Will you suck my cock afterwards? Taste your sweet pussy juices and lick my cum. Oh, fuck. Moan for me, Amber. Tell me how bad you want me slamming my hard cock deep inside your tight little pussy.” Justin groaned.“Fuck,“ Amber moaned, though it was fake because she wasn’t touching herself. “I want you so bad. My pussy needs you. I’m. "You know you should really wear a skirt," he said."Thanks for the fashion advice," I said. "My legs look like sticks." No they don't, the running gives them shape," he said."Meanwhile back on the the job, lets get a move on. We can be in Paterson by 2PM easy," I said. I knew because I checked on the computer for drive times. Most every motel was a hot spot by that time.We took the SUV back to the highway with Rodney at the wheel. I listened to my MP3 player with the headphones. Rodney didn't. As I returned to reality I was aware of the wetness running out of my gash into the crevice of my backside. Very briefly I wondered if Mr Smooth had enjoyed the results of his labour. What about the other two men? They continued to suck and caress my tits. I had forgotten about their cocks. I felt Mr Smooth climb onto the bench between my spread legs. Ah here we go! I bent my legs and rested my feet on the bench. His hands brushed my skin as he placed them on either side of my body. The other.