I went straight to the innkeeper."Might two poor entertainers sing and dance for a meal?" I whined."You've no instrument to play," Jules growled. His ...oice was a tenor, but had been damaged badly enough that it sounded raspy. I could see the marks of a slave collar still on his neck. "And how does a man on sticks dance?" The room laughed. The innkeeper coughed and spat a black wad from his throat at the fireplace."We have a room full of instrumentation and a dance on sticks should surely be. ..(She was now obviously in character as we began our role play.)Her cum wetted cock, just inches from my lips, was too hard to resist. I lifted my head as she moved her cock to my lips and then pushed gently into my mouth.I tasted myself on her cock. I washed the head and as much of the shaft as I could with my tongue. I loved imagining a real hot, hard man in my mouth. I loved the taste of my pre-cum on my wife's lady-cock. I loved how it totally filled my mouth. I quickly developed a new. Robbie licked his narrow white ass while Peggy rubbed her clit with one hand and squeezed her small tits with the other. Robbie mounted Jeff who let out a short cry, then moaned as his butch rammed his cock in and out of his hole. Peggy came in her jeans. She crept up silently to watch her brother fuck the stranger. When she got close they had already reached their orgasm and were lying on each other, motionless.Peggy had taken off her jeans and thong. She was walking around the two boys, bare. You look pooped and in need of sustenance and a bed.’ Maggie was quite a character. She’d been a schoolteacher all her life prior to retirement eight years ago and had been married twice. She was lonely and loved talking and it was after midnight before Gerard could escape to bed. When on the road next morning he was whistling, his confidence being returned by the kindness of Maggie and her simple philosophy she’d shared with him, ‘Don’t let the bastards get you down, ever.’ He waited at the.