Her hips pushed forward against my fingers, forcing her labia open as my fingers passed up and down lightly. As my thumb flicked over her swollen clit... she moaned out softly. “Ummm yes Rob, that feels sooooooo good!” she moaned softly. “God honey, I can’t believe we’re doing this. What if your mother catches us?” I panted out as I pressed her back against the vibrating washing machine. “Come on Rob, after the loud sex you guys had last night, she’ll sleep for hours yet.” Becky replied. . That broke the moody ambience and we joke on it while my hand found the way, resting on her thigh, which she didn’t object. That’s my cue for confirmation! Oh-Yeh~!I shall cut the boring story and fast forward…After breakfast, I drop a hint on maybe we should find a place and just relax. Her shy smile on her face, as she nodded her head, looking down, assured me that she is all ready for me.Without further thoughts, I drove off to my favourite local transit hotel and gotten a room for us. And. You like my fingers in your arse, don't you?”“Ahhh, yes, Mistress, yes!”Her hand moves to my balls, and she plays with them, lightly squeezing and massaging. Her mouth is around my cock, with her other hand having the arse she owns.She stops what she’s doing, and gets to her feet, edging closer to me. She strokes her strap-on, and smiles at me. Without saying a word, she places the head at my arsehole, and sharply enters me. She giggles and bites her lip.Tipping my head back, I close my eyes as. The couch is yours, if you want it." God, thank you. Just going to grab a couple of things." I'll leave the door unlocked. Come on in."A couple of minutes later, she walked in with a bag. "It's still horrible in there. How did people live before air conditioning?"Laughing, Rick answered, "You just got used to it, I guess. I can't handle it like I used to. I'm going to have a shower. Probably won't be up long, so the couch and the TV are yours."Unfortunately, his prediction didn't exactly go as.