The Marshal finally turned and left as I was pouring.Anna looked at me and said, “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of him.”“You’re probab...y right, but people like that in positions of authority just get my dander up,” I replied.Drinking our coffee in contemplative silence for a few minutes Anna finally spoke up. “That Marshal reminds me of somebody, but I don’t know who.”I shrugged and said it would come to her eventually. We finished our coffee and walked back to the hotel and asked the man. I started slowly bouncing up and down on his dick while he told me to go faster and faster. Ride my cock. Faster. Faster. He demanded my squeezing hard on my ass. I was riding his dick so hard and fast that I finally felt close to cumming. I started moaning and yet was wondering if he thought I was really moaning from pleasure or faking it or if he even cared. I was actually coming super close to cumming and couldnt believe it was actually feeling good. I had never cummed before having sex with. If he lived around here and drove a newer Mercedes, he could probably afford to spend 2000 € on a weekend. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he turned into a small parking lot in a small wooded area. “So,” he said, killed the engine and took his seat belt out, “Do we have an agreement, Marie?“But..i don´t even know your name…“Don´t you want to make almost 2400 Euro?…She gasped. She had had the impression that 2000 was the whole amount. She drank the last beer, then turned to him and. Clean it and things. I still miss her and cannot bring myself to change it from the way she kept it before she passed. It will give me happiness if you would grace it with your presence. I have had a very enjoyable day with you. I am sorry for your situation but I love having you around me. Maybe I shouldn’t confess this but my wife did accept this about me. You see, I have a real weakness for ladies with red hair. She found that out about me when we were still so young. She even has two red.