They stopped the night at a motel on the M6. The plan being that they would have the most of the next day to meet old friends.It was strange for Kirst... to slip under the crisp sheets all alone. The cool linen soothed her scratched back but not her loneliness. She looked at the repulsive floral wallpaper and smiled evilly."It'll be a brave thief that tries to rob the car"The next morning they made there way back to the Discovery. The Disco still contained their luggage and one very disgruntled. Before her was a half-full bottle of Jameson, a chipped ashtray brimming with butts and ash, and a damply empty glass. The red-haired lass fixed the glass’s fault, and stared down balefully with her green eyes at the letter set down before her on the warped wood of the wobbly table. It was then that a cantankerous old fool with a tobacco-stained beard slurred a come-on at her. Bridget flashed a sharp-toothed grimace at the man, who blinked and flubbed before walking away. Let him wonder what. With each thrust she drove the dildo into her own pussy deeper. Her juices started streaming down her legs. As she moaned in pleasure. she said,” Stroke your pathetic little cock Slave, I want you to cum in your hand and then eat it!” she instructed him. I had created a monster, Tricia was taking out months of pent up anger at this young man. Having only known him for two hours or so, I can honestly say he deserved it!Beth stopped sucking my cock and said, “Fuck his mouth baby, make him gag!”I. Mila was very confused.The women were all dressed provocatively in short skirts, nylons, heelsand tight blouses; their hair was down and some had teased out theirlocks. The women were town spinsters and they were all wearing heavymakeup and the reek of perfume as she ran past the line-up of ladiesabout to embus wafted on the still morning air.Mila ran home as fast as she could, her curiosity piqued to the extreme.She snatched up her purse and her keys and jumped into her BMW and droveinto.