The owner was cool about it since I did computer work for him in the past.So once I came in her room,I immediately put up pinhole cameras in the smoke...detectors, the lamp above the bed,and the picture facing the table. After I did that, I left immediately and remove all the traces of my work. So at 3pm,I see my girlfriend enter her motel room on the camera. My girl is super pretty has C cup tits and a nice body overall. So, I call my girl. She was having a normal conversation with me, until she. I was paralyzed by the sight, my entire body frozen in place, my mind too it seemed, as all I could do was stare soundlessly in disbelief. I wanted to scream out loud, to crash through the window and tear Brent, Tom and their smirking, cat-calling friends limb from limb. How could Sarah do this to me, cuckold me with another guy, a guy who was still practically a k** no less, while our son and all his friends looked on in admiration? I should have been ranting and raging until the sky fell, or. Then I could move on to the next painting and repeat the same process. That was about it.I really could have done anything else with my time off. This pitiful exercise in nostalgia was keeping me away from, I don’t know, road trips to sunny coastal resorts down south, or going to that ski slope just out of town. I could have checked out if that massage parlour near the train station really was as dodgy as everyone said it was. I could have sat in the pub all day and got pissed on my own. It. She begged him to fuck harder with it and he willingly did. After a good 5 minutes of sex and a mind-blowing orgasm, he pushed it in up to the balls and held it there while his tongue went to work on her clit. A few minutes of this and then he began screwing her with it while kissing her parted lips. It took seconds to push her over the top for an incredible orgasm. Sensing his sexy wife could use a rest; he stopped but assured her they weren’t done. Leading her into.