I could not help but imagine meter reader there at the same time fucking her as she sucked me off. Nadia was sucking away like crazy! Something abou... having had her fantasy with the meter reader made her cock sucking skills even better.As her head bobbed up and down on my cock I glanced at the mirror. I thought I saw a head or two ducking down outside the window. I wondered if it was the meter reader, maybe the boys next door, maybe just my imagination. I looked back down focused on the. "How was that" I asked her. "Lovely, he had a nice cock". She smiled and we sat and chatted for a while. Then a guy came over and asked her if she'd like to dance. He wasn't her type at all. he looked out of place here. Dressed a bit old fashioned and wore glasses. A bit of a geek but she smiled and said she'd love to dance.As they walked to the dancefloor I thought to myself, "boy it's your lucky night!! They danced for a while and I could tell he was punching far above his weight but Donna. What I found was un-fucking believable. A man who wanted to whore out his wife. The best part was, he had already arranged two other gents in the same hotel. The husband told me he would arrive at my room between 10-11 o'clock. She was serving in the order that they responded to his ad. I sat in my hotel room. 10 PM, nothing. 10:30, nothing. 11, nothing. I sent him another text to make sure all this was real. It wouldn't have been the first time I got stood up by an internet hook up. Then at. "Who are you calling asshole?" He demanded in a loud plaintive voice that wouldn't have frightened even the meekest dairy maid."What's your name asshole? I bet it's something that rhymes with bullshit. It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress. I bet they call you Spot!" Lawrence. I am the Baronet Lawrence Blackthorn, and you will call me Sir." Lawrence! Only faggots, sailors and bloody Limeys are called.