I can see him still stroking his cock which has grown quite stiff now and then it moves closer to my already filled mouth. He rubs it around my face ...egradingly, slapping me with it, poking it into my eyes and nostrils, then moving to my lips. Grabbing a handful of hair and tugging hard backward, he forces my mouth open and attempts to shove his dick in alongside his pal's. I half whimper, half scream at the painful way this stretches my lips and the the two of them laugh while coordinating. I told her the truth about myself. It's a lot easier to remember the truth than it is a bunch of lies. We seemed to hit it off rather well. Before the night was over, she slipped me her phone number. It was on a real estate card. She told me she was a secretary in her sister's business.I remember telling her I was happy where I lived, and not looking to buy."I really am just the secretary, and I'm not selling anything," she said with a smile.I wanted to put in a few less hours, so I told Sal I. Just as he finished applying lipstick, there was a knock on his hotel room door. He realised that he had forgotten to put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on. He went to the door and opened it an inch or tow, making sure that he couldn’t be seen from the other side. Paul heard a young, male voice. “Are you dressed up in those sexy clothes you bought earlier?” His mouth went dry. Normally he was so discreet and careful not to get noticed. This was so embarrassing. But the voice continued before he. 225 pound boyfriend Brent, would be in charge. But the truth was - as long as Desmond and I stayed quiet, they didn't care what we did.On Friday evening, we waited a solid hour before we put our plan of pot and beer into play. We were each about two beers in when Brent showed up. Much to our surprise when he walked in the door, he gave us a case of beer and told us, "I hope this buys your silence, we'll be in Leslie's room..."After about three beers apiece later, we decided it was time for us.