Crossing the room you stand over me.?Why do I put up with you girl? Hmmmm. Of course I’m not done yet. It takes time to create a portrait.? You inf...rm me as I smile up at you softly. ?But My eyes are a bit tired and I could use a little break I suppose? You muse. Your hand slides slowly over my exposed inner thigh and I shiver slightly at the gentle caress. ?Wonderful Sir, unchain me now so I can stretch please.? Your hand freezes on my upper thigh. Your fingers squeezing just a bit as you. That's not what happened this time. Without saying a word, he just flipped himself over. The towel was half under him and half hanging to the floor. The big cock had flopped over and was d****d across his stomach. Teri's first reaction was one of shock. This man has no modesty! Not that Teri was a prude, but come on! This was appalling.Teri tried to focus on his shoulders and chest. She then realized he had his eyes open and was staring up at her chest when a devilish smile. She tried to act. It turned out to be the exact same crap that was on every TV in every other town, so he turned it off. Instead, he plugged his ear buds into his computer, selected an album of soft rock from his collection, and started the new novel he'd downloaded a few days earlier, Steven King's "Mr. Mercedes".He was wishing the motel had an Internet connection, but it didn't. He would like to have done a little web search to see if there was anything about a death in the news from the city he'd just left;. "Angique chuckled."It must have been hell, darling."Brigitte gave no answer."And now, Giselle,", Angique went on. "Now I ask Brigitte to give her sweet lover's gift to you. Oh yes, Giselle, the sweet cream of her great and only lover. l'Amour fou de sa vie. I am so honoured to watch her prepare him for you. I want to see her do it with eager dedication. I want to watch how she drowns you in the revered gushes of his sperm. The same sperm she has been aching for all these days and nights. I want.