“Does that mean I can touch you here whenever I like.”I gently fondled Vanessa's left breast.“Absolutely,” Vanessa replied. “And I can touch...you here.”Vanessa placed a gentle finger in my navel.“I can even touch you here?” I asked, inserting a finger gently between Vanessa’s pussy lips.“Especially there,” sighed Vanessa. “And I can touch you here.”Vanessa stroked my cock with her soapy fingers.Then Vanessa started to giggle. “I can even stick my finger up your nose.”I felt my nasal cavity. "I happen to be very good at massages so we'll get you fixed up after lunch."After I help her rinse off the dishes and put them into the washer, she takes my hand and leads me into her bedroom. It's absolutely huge and it's got the biggest bed I've ever seen; at least half again as big as a king-size. I'm thinking it must have been designed for a party of six."Take off your shirt and lie on your tummy and I'll get the good stuff." She goes to her dresser and retrieves a small bottle of some. ." The dread, however, continued to raise in her. She was close to tears when they checked into the motel. The manager almost seemed to smirk at her when he led the way to their suite. Inside, there was a bottle of champagne on ice -- courtesy of the owner -- and inscribed, "To the honeymooners".Almost frantic now with fear and nervousness, Sue pressed the manager to stay for a "toast." She didn't want to be left alone with Dick.The manager merely smiled and said, "Oh, no! The champagne is just. By the end of the second week she'd had enough. She put her phone on the answering machine and settled down to read the want ads. On her second day at home the doorbell rang and she opened the door to find two men in suits. One of them showed her a badge identifying him as a detective with the city police department and asked her to identify herself. When she had the detective had said, "You are under arrest for prostitution and theft" and then they had taken her down to the local precinct and.