Did they look through the trash cans and fantasize about what had gone on the night before? Did they scan the sheets for wet spots? Did they examine t...e wash cloths and towels for evidence of sex play in the bathroom?I know I would if I had the chance! Each time I'm alone in a hotel or motel, I try to leave a little present for the maid and then, driving home, imagine her finding it and sneaking into the bathroom to masturbate.Usually, it's an ounce or so of cum, straight from my most recent. Don’t hurt me,” Caden pleaded as he unfastened its drawstring from his belt. He tossed the purse to the man with an underhanded throw, his hooded assailant faltering as he snatched it out of the air. He weighed it in his hand, a grin spreading across his face beneath the shadow of his hood.“What are ye, some rich merchant’s son? I saw ye throwin’ gold around back at the inn, but there must be a hundred crowns here. My luck must be turnin’.”His smile faltered as his arm began to droop, the purse. I turned around to see him towering above me, watching me like a predator watching his prey. This was my fight or flight moment, my last chance. But instead I froze, scared for my life. With that he approached again, Slowly. I back against the wall, my past right in front of me. He closes in, his brisk, calm breathing lays onto me. Our bodies touch while I tried to force myself further away from him into the wall. I looked up at him. “I know you” he whispers. I look up at him and shake my head,. Ed tossed down the remainder of his drink and sullenly followed. They entered her bedroom and two things caused Ed’s eyes to widen with confusion and concern. First, Regina slid the dressing gown from her body revealing she had on a bustier with tabs that suspended dark hose. She seemed taller in her heels, yet somehow less robust than before. Though she had extra pounds, her skin was soft and supple over a taut body. Her enormous breasts spilled over the top of the bustier, the firm flesh.