I was now ready. I grabbed a furry white purse with a shoulder strap on the way out the door. I put my cell phone, car keys, cigarettes and nipple cla...ps in the purse and slung it over my shoulder. It was about a ten minute drive to the motel which was located in a rough part of town off the freeway. I drove under the neon sign that said "Diamond Motel." He told me when he'd called that the room was 282, in the back on the second floor. I found a parking place. I got out of the car, adjusted my. Making my way through the crowded room always meant guys grabbing me, pulling me close and holding my bare bottom with their the hands while I wiggled and giggled and playfully tried to escape their clutches. I had just finished sucking my seventh big fat juicy cock of the night when Mister Gamboni caught my eye as I rounded the screen wall and motioned me to come to him at the bar. As I approached my boss he held out his hand and droped a brightly colored neon yellow bundle of material into my. We visited all the rooms of the house and he made minor improuvementsusing his powers.After we came back to the living room where a fire was burning in afireplace he said, "Now I miss only one thing, which a rich and powerfulman like me should have in addition to an expensive car and a luxuriashome ? a beautiful, sexy and elegant wife."At this moment I was able to guess what he had in store for me, but Ididn't want to believe it.I said to him, "You will need some time to find such a wife."He. We’ll continue this discussion in a minute.” She took the opportunity to rush to the bathroom.“Al here.”“Good morning, Mr. Collins. This is Philippe Moritz again.”Al sighed, not pleased to cover the same terrain again. “I’m sorry, but I have nothing to add to my previous comments.”“Hold on, I suspect you’ll want to listen to this.” As he typically did, Philippe took a deep breath before continuing. “Are you still in Greenville?”Al sat up, forgetting his nakedness, instantly awake. “How the hell.