" or two" came the muffled reply from below."Oh make it worse! I don't even know if there are motels in town that take that kind of trade but I doubt ...f they are around here. I can just imagine running into the owner who just happens to be in Rotary or something with your dads or my foster father. A phone call and the manager is opening the door to a couple of unhappy parents -- or three sets!," I directed the last to Rosalee who was doing "a splendid job"."That is just right Sugar." I'll think. I prefer the sheer ones, that display sweaty little sex lips through the gauzy material, or the tiny g-strings, pulled up tightly into hairless young slits and snuggling comfortably between their delicious little ass cheeks.Some wear nothing under their skirts and dance with legs apart, deliberately allowing the skirts to ride up over their hips in a blatantly erotic display of sexuality. These are the ones I really love to explore as unseen, I slither up between their heaving thighs and nestle. And since I was pretty sure it wasn't my mother or my mother-in-law, that pretty much narrowed the list down to Julia, my wife's maid of honor, and Beth, the wife of my best man.And while I could have just asked at this point, I decided to play the game a little myself and try to figure out which one it was."Ahh, that clears things up," I lied, hoping they would think I had figured them out. "So what kind of things did you have planned for us and where do you plan on doing them?"She wasn't. He didn’t have to say anything else, as she opened her mouth and accepted his hot wet pecker deep into her mouth. He was none too gentle with her, and he forced his meat deeply into her choking mouth. He fucked her face rapidly until tears formed in her eyes.“Thanks a good fuck slave, keep sucking it like that!” her Master implored. He held onto her throat with both hands, and she could do nothing but continue to take his cock for as long as he saw fit. She breathed deeply through her nose.