I loaded my cases into the car and left in a complete daze. I probably shouldn’t have been driving but I didn’t hit anything, or kill anyone, en r...ute to the hotel. I booked in and went to my room. It was quite nice, I thought. A three quarter bed and a large double, tea and coffee, small kettle, TV, a small settee, and en-suite bathroom with shower over. The walls were an acceptable shade of beige with the colour being injected by the bedding, curtains and soft furnishings. There were the. I refocused on Margot as she sank into a sitting position against a brick wall, her breasts and pussy still displayed to the night. It took several moments for me to realize that she was sobbing.At that moment, I crossed a line. A better man would have turned away, shamed by his weakness, deleted the video file, and gone home. I suppose an even better man would have maybe offered chaste aid to the visibly drunk and distraught victim of such abuse. I realized, at that point, that I wasn’t a good. I sit, facing the table while she bends over it. She lifts her skirt and shoves her ass in my face. I part her cheeks and get a good eyeful of her swollen pussy and her anus. Where to begin. Fuck it, tongue right in the centre of her asshole. I work it in as much as I can, gripping her thighs. I slide off the chair onto the floor and she follows calling me a fucking dirty bastard. She gets my cock out and leans forward to suck on it, but I have to stop her as I'm too close to coming in her. Her name was Mary, and we started chatting. She was not sure where she really wanted to go. She then asked if I knew any nice guys that were HIV positive. I said that I did not, then asked the obvious question of her.She was indeed HIV positive, and had just gotten out of jail that day. She admitted that she had done 6 months for a minor theft charge, and “was horny as hell” (her words).We drove and chatted, and she was actually very pretty. About 40, with nice brown hair and slender figure. We.