” I told her. When I say I’m going to do something, I always follow through. Are you sure you’re up for this? Spending the weekend with a strang...r?” “Well, you’re hardly a stranger. We’ve been chatting online now for how many months? I do admit that I’m a bit nervous.” She replied. “Understandable” I replied as I started the car in motion. Driving to the hotel we were there in no time. After parking the car I grabbed her bag and got out, walking around to open the passenger door. She looked up. No one was around. The maids were out on break, and the gardeners had finished for the day. Amanda could be as loud as possible without any embarrassing moments. The webpage popped up to life and immediately the sexually frustrated lawyer gulped. The front page had a hot, barely legal black teen sucking the head of the biggest cock she ever saw. So long and thick, and spider webs of saliva flowed off it. But more importantly she looked into the girl’s eyes. Heaven. The woman looked happy,. "I need about seven hours of sleep," Lenore said. "And then I need seven hours with your cock in my pussy."I glanced back, but Erica and Angelique were fast asleep. "We'll see," I said. "For now I'll check with Morgan and see if we can still get rooms."It turned out that Beatrice had not only called the reservations in, but she had been using her cell phone to keep the front desk informed of our progress and the fact that we would arrive very tired. Two bellhops and a valet showed up as I was. Dozens of women of all ages appear. I click on those that intrigue me. The ones with purple hair, or tattoos, or piercings, I ignore. I really hate skanky.So I'm looking at a woman with her top on. She might be twenty, or she might be fifty. Because she's a woman, she can't seem to point the camera at what we actually want to see, and she thinks we are more interested in her hair or her dancing, or the cushions on the bed, and we are all silently saying "Take your fucking top off!"Eventually,.