I see someone walking up the main road." We'll be there in a second," Dean said as he disconnected.Derek and Sandy jogged quickly to the figure and De...ek was shocked when he saw who it was."Ryan? What..." Carson, get the hell away from me!" yelled Ryan Costello."Listen you little worm! You better tell me where Ranna Preema is..." started Sandra."Or what? You'll have your wimpy boyfriend kick my ass," he scoffed."If necessary," said Derek, as he stood toe to toe with the shorter boy. Derek had. So I tell her. I received a phone call from our old photographer friend today. He wanted to know if you want to be a hostess at a retired NBA players convention next Saturday. Then you are to work a private party Saturday night into Sunday for 5 former NBA players. Not as a model. You will be escorting. In other words you will be whoring out your white pussy to black men for money. As soon as I finished saying it my wife had one of the hardest cummings on my dick I had not seen in a long time.. After several minutes of riding those lubed fingers he slipped the third finger into me. UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH was about all I could say as it felt like I was gonna split in two!! I guess he was now rubbing my prostate, because I was shooting loads of precum all over that comforter. I was moaning with absolute pleasure. He then pulled his fingers out of me. “DON’T STOP DADDY!! PLEASE DON’T STOP!!” I almost yelled. He laughed a little and said “Don’t worry baby!! I have a surprise for you!!” He. She went under the warm water to feel better. Martin had stepped outside the bathtub and was already dry.He held a towel for her and dried her, taking her in his arms."Thank you for the treat," he said."My pleasure", she smiled."Is it still time for breakfast?" Quarter to ten. Let's try our luck."Breakfast wasn't served anymore but they managed to get some coffee. They didn't have anything to say.They seemed empty. They drank in silence.Back in their room she started to pack. He was standing,.