First we went to the bathroom and we each gave each other and enema then to my room and on to my bed. I lay on my back and she placed the tip of her c...ck against my tender asshole. I was well lubed and her cock was very hot and hard. She inched it in just a little, then a little more and more. Then out again and back in. This very slow pace was not to last however, for soon her balls were slapping my ass as she fucked me very hard. I was in extreme pain but somehow enjoyed this. She fucked me. Fortunately, the parts of the equipment could be operated separately, and I switched off the light amplification part, keeping only the thermal imaging on.I quietly made my way to the far side of the doorway so I could get a good look down the room. There was a desk, several chairs, and a filing cabinet occupying this end of the room. There were one-way mirrors along the far wall of the room so that the occupants could keep an eye on activities in the main room below.Further down the room there. There was nothing I could say. She was right about everything. Cydney began to rise from the table. "If you had said yes I was going to surprise you with this." She placed a card on the table. "I already got us a room at the nicest hotel in the city. I'm still going, I already paid for the room. You would've like it. If you love me like you say you do, come tonight. Room 749. Goodbye, Mr. Hightower." I sat in the coffee shop for a good hour after Cydney left. I didn't know what to do. Part of. She inherited everything since his first wife had produced no children. She sold the store and married his bookkeeper, a young man she had been fucking almost every week since he did the books at the hardware store on Saturdays when Jim was always busy out front.John Miller, a relatively young and very well-hung bookkeeper, died violently when he tried to protect his wife's non-existent honor at the country club and the lawyer who had been leaning over her shoulder with his hand reaching for.