" Ha-ha," he laughed. "What? You don't wanna be dry fucked? Okay, I'll get some." He then released his hold on me and retrieved the lube from my purse... I kicked my panties off of one ankle and started to adjust my position on the bed when he turned and said, "Who the fuck told you to move?" "Sorry, sir." I responded, voice shaking. "Get that ass up here." He ordered as he rubbed lube on his cock. I scooched to the edge of the bed and stuck my ass up while leaving my head down on the mattress.. You can usually find me migrating with the snowbirds down in Florida in the cold seasons. Like you said, this is a nice place, but I probably won’t be here long. Locals get nervous when they keep seeing someone like me too many days in a row.”I asked, “You’re a veteran?” He said yes and I left it at that. “What is your age? Round to the nearest half-decade if you like.”He said, “I’ll be 35 in August.”I asked, “If you could make some really good money, with very little effort, and very little. Against my better judgement, I had been letting John use my car now and then if I didn't need it. He never put a dimes worth of gas in it, but that was largely because he usually didn't have a dime. Unlike me, he wasn't interested in a part-time job, so he was living off his allowance, for which he also did nothing. I found I was still the official grass cutter, leaf raker, snow shoveller, garbage taker-outer, etc. I used to resent it, but now, living this second life, I had just accepted that. They have bought your services for the evening," he told me, but I just looked at him in confusion."What do you mean?" I was finally able to ask."You are theirs for the night, will do whatever they want," he told me in a rough voice, as he grabbed a hold of my arm with his big hand and forced me to turn toward where the men were waiting."Don't injure her, Romero, we'll take care of that," one of then told him with a grin as we approached them."Use room number ten on the second floor," he told.