Samantha surprised the hell out of me when she said, “Tell you what! Anything you buy you can put in us or we will wear it for a picture!”Betty sa...d, “If you spend enough money we might even let you fuck us!”My mouth watered as I asked, “How much is enough?”Samantha said, “How about a hundred dollars and you get to fuck me!”Betty said, “Make it one fifty and you can fuck us both!”Luckily I had just cashed my monthly payroll check and I was loaded.First off I asked, “Where is your husband?”Betty. That’s probably because I fell asleep with my fingers buried in my pussy, she thought. Although she adored Steven and their sex life, one of the things Carly loved about business travel was being in an unfamiliar hotel room. She’d slowly undress herself, then lie back on a luxurious bed and slowly make love to herself. It wasn’t unusual to bring herself off three or four times in these sessions. Last night, though, she’d simply teased herself for a couple of hours, watching the hotel’s soft. Without realizing it she had been sitting there for a long time. Her feet were getting cold and her bottom was a little damp. She fished the messages out again and had a second look. Tugging on a loose curl she studied them. The butcher’s wife wanted her help for one of her daughters, the girl was coughing again. That should be no problem. Next was a tiny slip of paper telling her the merchant was leaving town for a few weeks. Since he was the one who wrote the messages for most of the village,. The moaning he gave was among the sexiest Cal had ever heard and it sounded one hundred percent female. The reflection in the mirror showed the face of a stunning blonde with her eyes closed and her ruby red lips parted and a pure ecstasy is written across it.After what seemed like hours before Cal felt his balls banging against John's butt."Are you OK?" He asked his friend."I'm better than OK," John responded between moans.Cal began a gentle in and out motion. It was the same movement he used.