It’s was a picture of a hotel room and the message says. This is where I will be fucking later. Come to the Marriott when you get off work. I will be...in the bar. Do not approach me. I am meeting a friend for drinks then I’m coming to this room to fuck him. You can watch us from the other side of the bar. Do you understand? YES, was all he sent back to me? Good boy, I responded.George was more than happy to meet me when I contacted him. He was never more than a fuck buddy in the past and he knew. Filly wasn't blind.Instead of getting pissed like he thought, she only gave him a funny smile while staring at the k** hurriedly lifting his hand from his big dick. It was almost as if his unintentional act of lewdness amused her. In any event, she stared at his bulging crotch for much longer than he thought she should have, then started talking as if nothing had happened.“How much do you want?” she asked, then squatted down right next to this real big plant, her smooth olive-skinned legs. Well, it was the giggle that I had to expel while reading a tidbit about words that are constantly swooshing around us but oft times we don’t have hint of a clue what the actual “Dictionary” word is that started these thoughts and triggered the remembery. In part I blame Starbucks or perhaps more to the point, one of the many zarfs I encounter in my pretense to get myself get glugging away steaming hot 7-11 coffee in their always very thin paper cups. Zarfs! Yah hate ‘em but it’s burned. ”“Omigood, I have to be to work at eight, I’ve got to go.”“Want to take a shower first.”“No time, besides I like the way I smell right now, don’t want to wash you off me yet. I hope you knocked me up, I want a another baby all my own.”“It is always possible I suppose, is it that time of the month for you?”“No not really.”“Lee you are a nice lady, don’t let anyone tell you anything different, you’re a warm wonderful girl and you deserve better than you have had up to this point.”“Oh that is so.