Wet, wash, rinse, dry, teeth brush, hair comb, deodorant for my B-O, dress in slacks and Polo shirt then out the door in my old truck. I arrive at chu...ch and one of the men directing traffic motions me down an aisle where there are open spots. I grab one and exit my truck with Bible in hand. I walk up the familiar steps of the church and get a funny feeling that I'm being watched. I look around and notice that several of the people there are watching me. Strange. I usually don't draw that much. We went inside and into her kitchen, “There’s beer in the fridge, and the stronger stuff is in that cabinet,” she said, pointing, “Do you know how to operate a hot tub?”“Yeah, sure,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders, “how hard can it be?”“Ok, good, grab us something to drink and go start the hot tub,” she told me, walking out of the kitchen, “I’ll be out in a minute.”I looked through the refrigerator and cabinets to see what she had. As I looked through her refrigerator, I saw that she had. We emerged from the rest room trailing our suitcases, which now held the clothing we had been wearing, plus the assailant’s clothes and identification papers.Before reaching San Bernardino, we also stopped to have the car washed which was expensive here, but would add to our personas as a wealthy older man and his trophy wife. We left I-10 at exit 74, Tippecanoe Ave., and drove north to Hospitality Lane where the hotel was. On arriving at the hotel, we made a great point of arriving in style.. I placed a Maraschino cherry on the top of my clit and demanded, “Eat it, dammit!” His tongue quickly lapped up every trace of whipped cream like a spatula off my labia, but he made a point of working around my clit. My legs shook and quivered against the firm hold he had on the way he parted my legs. Without words, without a sound, I tried my best to lunge my pussy toward his face to make my point. I wanted him to suck that cherry and the rest of the whipped cream off my clit and make sure all.