It’s late and we’re both tired.”“Thanks…”She looked at him. “But we will talk about this. I you want to help...me with my mission, then you’re going to tell me exactly what the hell is going on here. Otherwise, I will disappear and not even you will be able to find me again.”She opened the door and strode off to the hotel entrance. Ahmed sat still in the car and then after another minute smiled slowly. Eni , he thought, you might just be my. I walked up till my cock was in front of her face, she had trouble sucking it at first since he was fucking her so hard which caused her head to bounce around. She sucked my cock and extended her hand between my legs till she managed to slide a finger in my ass and started to massage my prostate.I just looked at Davids cock as it was sliding in and out of her in quick hard thrusts. David caught me looking.David: enjoying the view?Me: its great! How about you? Are you enjoying my girlfriend?. Later, I would know Jake had taken it easy on me, but at the time, I felt he’d punished my ass out of meanness. Not that I minded. At least, I hadn’t then, though now that the fun part was over, the pain seemed excessive.The Stones were now playing on the stereo. I had that album at home. Home—at least 30 miles and long hitch away. Unless Jake came through and gave me that ride he promised me before, well, before he brought me back to the cabin and rode me.I wondered how old they were. 20s, no. I lay there, feeling wonderful and ashamed and relaxed and embarrassed, all at the same time."You think you can take that eight times a day?" he asked. He was a little flushed too, but he wasn't gasping like I was."I ... don't ... know," I panted."Me either," he said, and then he stood up and went into the bathroom.He stayed there quite a while, but I just assumed it was so I could catch my breath and put my shirt back on.Eight times a day, split up evenly, is once every three hours. That.