"Without getting up, Eric muttered, "Ain't your bed tonight." Oh, yeah? Says who?" challenged Westy, clearly angry.Eric sat up and looked down at my r...ommate. "Go back to your frat house, frat boy. Somebody else got claim to your nest tonight."Westy grabbed for Eric's ankle. "I don't think so, Goddammit," he said. He tried to pull Eric out of the lofted bed, but Eric simply kicked Westy's hand away. I heard Eric sigh, and then he lightly leapt down and landed on the balls of his feet right in. "I'm almost finished."The waiter was looking horrified. But Wanda dove on his cock again and her husband nodded encouragement. Then the waiter relaxed, realizing that these were not your average hotel guests.Wanda's head bobbed up and down, swallowing down on the waiter's fat cock.Her husband wandered over and knelt down beside the bed to get a close-up of the action, a ringside seat for the grand finale of the face-fucking.Roger and Tony exchanged a glance.They were both thinking that Tom was. Strong aura, she was a tall woman and looked powerful.So they worked for a day in that uniform, came back the next day and even more people was there. Lots of creepy dude. They were all ejected. A Black woman bouncer was added to play security, she had a Mohawk and looked really muscular behind her coat and jeans that showed a firm medium muscular butt. After a few days, only black woman were there and they were of all ages. One of them was groping Camille Butt asking her if she ever did some. He’d been there long enough that the manager was getting nervous. Peter took another sip of his coffee, only now it was tepid and bitter. There was a slight film of oil floating on the coffee, perfectly natural for it to be there, but not quite so tasty.About the time he was ready to give up, the woman he had been waiting for finally arrived. He watched her head over to the counter and order her coffee. She was a very attractive woman with a shapely figure, but her best feature was her long.