I pulled up to the motel and went in the office to check in. "One room, two beds please," I stated to the desk clerk."No can do. All I got is one room...left. It has a queen-size bed. Take it or leave it,” said the clerk. I muttered what the hell and took the room. I didn't feel like driving around looking for something else. I walked back to the car and parked in front of the room. Doug followed me in and I asked him if he minded sharing a bed as that was all that was available. He said he. Finding her plump clit with my tongue and playing with it as I sucked on her. My hands reached up and found her firm breasts. They had to be implants. I liked how they felt. My thumb and forefinger found her hard nipples and I rubbed and sqeezed them as I feasted on her goodies. Then I heard her beg, "Fuck me. Oh, fuck me baby!"I rose up and climbed atop her, guiding my stiff cock between her love lips and I entered inside of her. She raised up to take my mouth with hers as I slow fucked her.. ? Her mother had threatened to use a belt on her once, but she never did follow through on the threat.? She instinctively knew the wooden oar paddle would cause her more pain than any hand spanking she had ever received in her life.? Plus where did her mom go nowhere to found as her butt was about to get fried with a paddle oar?? ????? Her boss stepped to her side lightly touched the wooden oar to her dress clad bottom, unknown to Mitchie he was measuring his swing to maximize the effectiveness. Give Dave a treat. One of them saw what she was reading. He shouted back up the carriage that the cunt down here is reading The Story of O but is still refusing to give Dave a kiss. Voices at the other end said The Story of O, she is a slag. Just drag the stuck up bitch down here to meet Dave. Suddenly you find yourself being scooped from your seat. Strong arms locked on your ankles and wrists as you are carried down the corridor of the carriage. You can see 8 more men waiting at the other end.