He’s one of the b*****rs everyone wishes they could have. He’s funny, sweet, nice, EVERYTHING. I already had everything planned out we were going ...o go. Well enough of me, here’s the story: today’s the day! I thought to myself as I woke up. Ready to see my b*****r. I decided I’d pass as much time as I could. He’d be coming at 4 o’clock pm. I was so ready to see him I had woken up at 8 o’clock am. I got my cloths together–I made sure I wore something extra special just for him–and my bathing. But I obey her wishes, flicking my tongue over the hard little nubbin, wondering if that has anything to do with her pleasure. Since it seems to, I just keep up with what I am doing. She rubs her pussy a little harder on my face while she starts a little mantra, “Oh fuck yeah!! Don’t stop!! Oh yeah don’t stop!!” She repeats that several times until she nearly yells out, “DON”T STOOOOPPPPP!!” A few moments later, her body is unmoving and feels really tense, but somehow I know not to stop even. Nobody cared about him being there and during the "happy fifteen minutes" nobody had wasted as much as a single second by thinking about him.Greg had an expensive video camera with infra red light and capacity to tape in almost total darkness, which he did. I didn't know him, had never met him, but for some reason he liked me better than Elliot and had put some good money on me in the bet.When Greg saw Elliot being sucked and fucked on the floor by a big titted blonde with a bit scandalous. I struggled for about two seconds.Make that one.He was staying at the local five star hotel.That worried me — too many people knew me there. Even if George wouldn't accidentally see me, there were too many chances someone else might notice me and tell him. (I don't want to lose George, remember?)So I drove my little sports car over to a motel twenty miles down the highway. It was quite a nice place, actually. Pool and garden and all. But that wasn't where our main interest lay.The rumor about a.