Her Black ass jiggled as she bounced up and down on her customer’s shaft. I didn’t have to worry about Faizel.He knew not to fall in love with a s...ut.He’d marry a good, Muslim girl. One who wouldn’t turn into a slut like his sister did. Or me. I’d have to select the women for my sons to marry with such care, sweet girls who would never stray from their marriage beds.I shifted, squeezing my thighs together. I wanted to be out there, getting fucked by all those young studs. But $50 a boy wasn’t. " Ah, don't worry about it, it'll work out."So, we drove on, in silence, until it was getting to be about four o'clock."Okay, let's keep our eyes out for a motel that won't cost us an arm or a leg."So, we all looked at upcoming road signs and, soon enough, we spotted a Motel 6 at the next exit.We waited until Roy came out. It seemed to take a while."Um, some good news and a fair amount of bad news. They have a room. And there isn't another anywhere in the next hundred miles." Did you book. I opened the phone and I replied ‘Topeka.’ ‘I thought you were going to be home tonight.’ I worked nights, and she knew my schedule. She also knew that on beautiful summer nights I enjoyed the solace of my pool. A pool that at the end of June was normally heated to a nice 85 to 86 degrees. ‘I’m on my way home, what’s up?’ ‘I’m at your house, I want to swim. I miss you.’ The phone rang. It was Heather. She explained she was at my house and she was getting ready to move away, but she wanted to. The woman waitedpatiently as he ordered another beer. "You certainly drink a lot," she said. "Now that's none of your business, Honey!" he replied under his breath. "Honey?" she repeated sharply. "I'm not your Honey!" "Isn't that obvious?" he asked her. The woman's brow furrowed. "I'm afraid I don't understand?" she said."Well," he said, as the waitress returned and put another glass of beer onthe table in front of him "like I said, you should try it".The woman rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right".