Why should b**st be any different? We’ll get dressed and give you some privacy. It’s yours for several hours.”After they left, I look at b**st. ...e was standing, looking at me. I felt shy. How could I be shy? I was standing here naked, the cum from four Predator warriors leaking from my pussy and running down my thighs. I so openly and wantonly just fucked those four and I now stand before b**st and am shy. I know what I want. I think he knows what I want. And I can sure as hell see from. I saw my wife's hand brush up against Zac's cock, but she was trying to act utterly innocent as if it was just casual unintended contact. Zac commented that it was ok if she wanted to touch as long as it would not make me upset. I watched as my wife pulled the elastic of Zac's waistband down while her right hand grasped his dick. The image of my wife's delicate, white hand wrapped around Zac's hard, massive veiny dick was more than I expected. Zac was the first black man my wife had been. It is so good to finally get away from home." I thought you might want to go to the big Hollister Outlet which is not far from here. Your room is prepared, welcome to Hotel Uncle John." Yes Uncle, that sounds awesome" she giggled.She went up to the room she always used when she visited, it was almost like her room, no one else hardly ever used it. ***Next morning I let her sleep, but at 9 I went up to wake her since I wanted to get away from home before it got to crowded in the mall. I usually. Luckily I had enough cash on me. I found out later my account had been closed due to nonpayment. I sort of just blew it off as someone else was on my mind.Come Monday afternoon as the bar didn’t open till 4 now. I dropped my daughter off at her grandma and went to work. I sat in my office going over the books. I shook my head from side to side. Even with a good weekend the bar was barely turning a profit. Which also meant my own personal debt was climbing as well.I decided I needed a drink. I.