The Indian village at the base of the mountain was a poor one because the people there were not much interested in working for any of the companies th...t sucked the vitality out of their young laborers and gave them a pittance in return. I was employed by the Department of the Interior to map out the areas still virtually undeveloped and determine if they were places the government might want to keep title to for one of the reasons in my little black book which I am not at liberty to discuss in. His thigh between mine, I rock my hips. Back. Forward. Gyrating against him. Adam grabs me and spins me to face him. Crushing me to him, his mouth on mine, his hands at the bottom of my shirt sliding under. Breaking the kiss, I say breathlessly, ‘Not yet. Soon, but not yet.’ Looking around the bar, he realizes where he is, hands falling to his sides, murmuring, ‘Sorry, kinda forgot where we are.’ Running his hand through his hair. Leaning in close, I whisper in his ear, ‘I like your hands on. The fingers of his other hand are parting the lips of my wet cunt. I am so hot that I pushed Rick’s fingers further up my cunt and come. One of the black guys, that was playing with himself, moves over and sits next to me. He sees what my husband is doing with his fingers, he unzips his fly, takes out a nice black cock. It has to be at least 7 inches long and about an inch wide. Rick whispers, in my ear. ‘ Here we go.’ I nod and spread my legs wide. The guy puts his hand on my leg and since I. I told him we better head home before she became any more drunk but that is when she surprised me and said no.She said that we would go to the hotel and continue our conversation. Now mind you, our conversation had ranged anywhere from work to sex and hobbies so it was an interesting evening so far. I asked her if she was certain and she said that she had pondered it over in her mind all night and yes she was sure.We made it to the Super 8 motel about 11 pm after stopping to get some drinks to.