"Sure sir. We have avacancy on the third floor, room 22." The woman slid Peter a room key.He accepted it with a smile. "Do you need help with your lug...age, sir?"Peter shook his head. "My female attendant will take care of that. Comealong Mes."He waved to a woman in a chauffeur's outfit who was holding a suitcase.She nodded and they proceeded up to the room. Meanwhile, the women atthe front desk were confused. Something was not right.***On the third floor, in room 22, the storm was building.. He didn't pay much attention. He had a tight schedule to keep, and loved the bonuses when he was early or at least on time for his drop off.Every now and then, if he were way ahead of schedule, he would make eyes at some pretty little thing in a truck stop, or rest area, and get her up in the sleeper part of his truck for a few hours of passion. After all, he WAS a man, wasn't he? He didn't particularly care for the company of a woman, but enjoyed what she offered him from time to time, and. Both with your twelve-inches. “I told him you have a magnificent ass. Size-fourteen on a sexy size-twelve body. I want to oil for him,” she told Sarah as she removed her short, black dress. All that she was wearing apart from her killer heels and a very skimpy, high waisted g-string.“Your ass was made to be oiled Sarah, magnificent. Do you like your man watching me oil your ass?”“I love watching, I have an erection coming on,” I answered truthfully.Come and meet Garth, both of you,” Michelle. My friends are all dancing frantically to the high energy song around us. "Do you want to get out of here?" I ask gently, still holding her in my arms and looking into her eyes. "Definitely, the sooner the better," she says with a lascivious grin. I slide my hand down her arm and take her hand. I don’t want to be out of contact with her for a single moment. We say a hasty good-bye to our friends, ignoring the knowing looks on their faces. The cold air shocks me as we step outside and my breath.
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