Heworked at the front desk long enough to be able to read people whowanted information and could tell Ashley was telling the truth. Also,it was commo... enough occurrence that a close relative would come and askfor a guest's room number that the clerk just gave it to her instead ofhassling the manager for the go ahead. The last time he did so he wasgiven a talking to about wasting managements time.Ashley's willpower gave her the strength to hold off the tears of joylike the 300 held back. .. or shoes ... or shirt ... or pants. So I ran back into my room."Figured you'd be back." He said with a grin.I pulled on my jeans, a clirty (half clean/half dirty) shirt, grabbed my wallet and grabbed my sneakers. Didn't even take the time to put them on.I regretted that omission when I got to the parking lot, which was loose gravel and sharp, pointy blue stones. I took one step and decided to put on my sneakers. And then I realized that I had no idea where the car was. How many dark blue. "Cool beans! Super cocksuck fun!" She bee-lined towards the action centered on Alan.Then she noticed Sean, but she only gave him passing interest. "Oh, hi Sean. What's up?"Sean just pointed incredulously at the naked pile of bodies.Amy beamed, and giggled. "I know! It's superificly orgasmotastic, isn't it? Personally, I'm gonna take his ass for a while." She knelt behind Alan, but before she started licking his ass crack, she leaned over to look at Sean (who by this time was standing in front. If she wanted to play the slut whore then I was going to treat her like one. To add to the scene and treat her even more like the whore she wanted to be, I reached forward and grabbed a huge handful of Tiffany's blonde hair.I hauled her head back, holding it there as my other hand found its way to her hard, sensitive clit. I fingered her love button as I plunged in and out of her sopping pussy. Tiffany was becoming unraveled as I fucked her wildly. But she wasn't the only one caught up in the.