He dropped me off and picked me up. He didn't like me trying to go home by myself in the dark. I didn't either. Sometimes he would give my classmate a...ride as well.We had been messaging each other all day. His version of mental foreplay. He was Daddy, I was his little girl, sometimes good, sometimes naughty.When he picked me up from work that evening, he stayed in his role. That surprised me."Hi!" I said as I got into the car."Hello little girl." He said gruffly.I just looked at him."Are you. Louis! Anyway over a short period of time we decided to meet Mark in a motel in the city. Micki (my wife) sucked my cock all he way to the parking lot of the motel. We got our room with a view of the pool and started calling Mark. After giving him directions to the motel I went outside and waited for him so arrive. Eventually Mark pulled and we introduced ourselves and I lead the massive black man to our room and to my horny slut wife! Mark probablly weighed 220, stocky with big arms and. Instead of his thigh, I felt a huge protrusion in the front of his pants. Mmmm, I couldn't wait to get home! Suddenly, his hand shot between my own thighs, and my head tilted back as I felt two of his fingers slide in me, pushing through the fabric of my thong, and curl up, as if he were pulling me toward him by my pussy. My eyes were glazed over in pleasure, and more than anything I wanted him to continue, but it brought attention from his nosy old parents. "Are you alright, dear?" his prim. I tried to speak but he hushed me with a finger and a shake of his head. He motioned for me to go through the door and I stumbled forward.It was a courtyard; a classic Roman courtyard, complete with covered walkways open to the center. Sunlight streamed down and the first thing I saw was a table, set up almost directly in front of my door. On it was plates filled with bread and fruit, decanters of blood red wine, grapes, sliced meats, cheese, crackers, and bowls of cold vegetables. A carafe.