It was late so the bar was pretty empty. There were a couple of tables full of business travelers and a lone guy at one end of the bar. I sat down a... the other end of the bar and ordered a beer while I checked out the menu.So, like I mentioned, I’m your average middle aged married white guy, But in my late twenties, I had something of an addiction to a certain gentlemen’s magazine’s forum letters. About the time I turned twenty-five I came across my first “man on man” collection of letters.. I worked the plug in and out several times, her slack muscle accepting my action with equanimity."Richard," she grumbled feebly."Shh," I scolded mildly. "Just relax."To help overcome her objections, I reapplied my finger to her sex and stroked her gently in time with the oscillating movement of the toy. Her groans of discomfort merged with the pleasure of my lower stimulation, leaving her utterly compliant to my will.I stretched over to the bedside table, barely managed to reach the bottle of. As Mrs. Evans even he couldn't deny that she was a wet dream. She was 5'9" with long legs. She always wore short, tight, pencil skirts to show them off, often with stockings that you could just see the top of when she sat down. Her blouses had trouble containing her natural F cup chest. She couldn't help showing off tons of cleavage. Many of the female students and staff always claimed that "they had to be fake," but he knew different. He spent many nights jerking off to her lacy bras and. I must have drank too much already - that would explain why my mind suddenly had this idea. I grabbed the keys to my car and my gun and headed out to the parking lot. I knew where my intermediary had booked a hotel room. He had a routine - same hotel same room. Dangerous to have such a silly one. I headed with my car to his hotel and didn't have any problems finding the room he was in. I put the muffler onto my weapon and shot open the lock of his room. I switched on the light and went up to.