Try not to leave it down at the front desk for a month next time- what would your parents say to you, young man, if they saw you here with…her?’ F...ntonheim’s attention had shifted so quickly that C.K. hadn’t even realized she wasn’t being spoken to anymore. ‘Nothing.’ Jon answered. The defiance in his voice was thick. His arms were folded across his chest. ‘They wouldn’t say anything because they aren’t living in the eighteen hundreds like you, ma’am.’ The comment seemed not to faze the older. My husband, Aaron has meetings with churchleaders this afternoon. I will give you the address where we are staying,come over this afternoon and we can chat while Martha Anne takes a nap."*****The minutes crawled for Gina as she waited until it was time to meetBeth.She wondered about Beth.Who was she?She knew about Mike. She knewabout Thomas.Was she an angel like Thomas?Why did Thomas send her instead of coming himself?"Gina arrived just as Beth was putting Martha Anne down for her nap.. She stood there with a bottle of vodka, a bucket of ice, and a bottle of orange juice. She asked, "How about a screw . . . driver?" Great double entendre, again, for a young woman. I invited her in. She must have had another drink or two because the odor was pretty strong. I asked why she wasn't in her room, and she said, "You were so nice to me, I had to do something nice for you. Can I at least thank you with a drink?"Now, I'm not a drinker. Maybe a glass of wine with dinner. Out of courtesy,. With his oily hand he rubbed the lotion into her ass crack and over her anus, working his fingers past her sphincter. As he probed her tight asshole deeper, he could feel Paul's thrusting cock through the thin wall separating both orifices. This motion detection turned him on immensely so he withdrew his finger from her ass and climbed on top of the bed. He squatted behind Leslie, straddling Paul's out stretched legs, and grasped hold of his throbbing cock; Leslie looked over her shoulders when.