I was channel surfing on the TV to see if they had a music channel that I could use for background. Grinning broadly, Rosalind made a sarcastic wisecr...ck, “Is that what you Yanks are about? You get a woman into bed and turn on the telly?” snatching a banana from the room service ray, I held it like a pistol and faked a James Cagney voice and said, “Listen Sweetheart, I’ve a banana here see? And I’m not afraid to use it!” “Use it how?” Rosalind teased. “I’ll show you how” I replied poking her. I pull over wordlesslyand walk to your door, flinging it open. You turn, unsnap and unzip me there,leathers sliding to my ankles. You take my springing shaft between your redglossy lips, sucking fast and well. Greed. Hunger.I pull back from your lips, red gloss on my shaft, and slip on silky swimtrunks for the rest of the ride, liner cut away the night before, so my cockcan be easily reached while driving.I instruct you to strip there in the car. You obey, only collar, stockings andshoes. The old lecher slips down the panties and inserts a fat stubby finger in the husbands bung, pushing it in and out right up to the knuckle."Oh my! Your pussy is so wet sissy! He must be enjoying his old daddies attention so much." As creeped out by the term "daddy" as he was, the husband could not deny that he was feeling so good at the attentions of this old man. What had this man made him become?The old man adds another finger until the husband's hole is stretched and open for him to use. The. I don’t even fucking hear you. I step outside onto the shared patio, and there waiting for me is Buck Nelson. He looks up at me as I come out, then turns back to staring at the parking lot. He’s already drinking. Look, I feel terrible how it turned out for the guy, but you’ve got to know he’s my hero. If he hadn’t swooped in like some sort of avenging vino angel, I probably would have ended up in far worse condition than I did. He really may have saved my life, who knows. So while I’m packed.