" Foster told the man, his credit card in hand."Of course, Sir. One room....two beds for you and your daughter?" he eyed Lenore and then turned back t... Foster."Dad..." Lenore teased, looking up at Foster."No, my daughter and I will need just the one bed, thank you," and he squeezed her ass.The man at the desk raised his eyebrows and nodded, mumbling something under his breath. He handed Foster the card for their room. "6th Floor" he said, and turned back to his computer.Lenore could feel. At this point I knew my wood was NOT going to subside until I busted a nut, but that was fine with me. When I’m all horned up like that I dig the way my johnson draws attention so I walked back into the building (naked except for my flip flops) and made my way to one of the small theaters. I found a seat on one of the fake leather couches and relaxed as I watched the fuck flick and stroked my hardon. At first I was the only one in that theater, but was soon joined by several dudes that seemed. Once she had my name she took it all a lot more seriously. I parked my car in front of the building, where it would sit until I moved it to the alley parking space sometime during the next day. An alley at night just seemed less friendly than a downtown street. I know a drive by shooting was more likely in the street, but a shootout with a hidden assassin was more likely in the rear. Nothing was a hundred percent safe even in those days. I did park so that the car had a lousy angle if they. I chat through yahoo instant messenger with my CD Admirer. I've wanted to feel the touch of man, be undressed and feel feminine. We finally agree to a meeting and I'm giddy with excitement. The day finally comes and I discretly make sure my feminine clothes are packed in the car. My "james bond" meeting is coming together, not having a lot of experience in how to setup a meeting or getting a motel room, "007" has arranged for me to pick up a room key by hiding it behind a step around the back.