She was standing there. She asked, “Hey, I have a question for you.” I said, “OK, go ahead”. She said, “How many more signals will it take?�...�I took one of her hand and pulled her towards me and wrapped my arm around her waist. I kissed her, walking further backwards into my room. I slipped both of my hands down her back and under her ass, grabbing it tight before lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around me as I pressed her against the wall and kissed her neck as we began breathing harder.She. “You a good little whore?”“Mhmm,” she said with a mouth full of cock.“Tell me you’re a good little whore.”She gargled out the words, “I’m your good little whore.”“What was that?”“I’m your good little whore!”I pulled her off my cock and she gulped a gallon of air. Spit dripped down her chin. She was wheezing, “Fuck that was fucking hot,” she said.I grabbed Natalie’s throat and slapped her cheek.“Tell me you’re my whore.”“I’m your whore.”“Tell me you’re here just for my pleasure.”“I’m you’re. I decided to take the room on the left figuring that when the women came back that they would take the other or join me, at that point I didn't care. When I awoke on Friday, alone in my room, the other bed was still made up. I wandered over to the other room, and it smelled of sex and cigarettes. Mom and Patty neither smoked, so I knew they had had company, although they were alone in the other beds. I didn't know what time they had gotten in, so I just left a note and saying I was going to go. “Yeah, it wasn’t bad,” I replied toning down my initial response. “I’m sure all married couples play out that fantasy, huh?” Then I gave him an opening to share his own experience in that department, even if, unfortunately, it wasn’t a recent one. “I mean, from the risqué nature of that little photo collection I got a peek at last weekend, I bet you and Mom indulged on at least one occasion, right?”The corner of Dad’s lips curled into a sly smile as he brought the beer to his mouth, instantly.