I whimper; A low, desperate sound that has his cock jerking in response. “Play with it, babygirl,” he moans gently. Watching as my trembling finge...s slid down the soft roundness of my stomach. "There you go. Feel how wet you are already for daddy." he smirks looking at me. "See how you respond when daddy is here to take care of your little fuck hole? And it's only been a few minutes." He moves his head closer to my frame making my toes curl without him even touching me. "Easy babygirl easy." He. Along with the description came photos attached. He was a nice looking, average guy; kind of like myself. What I liked best was the pic of his cock he sent next. I got hard. He said he liked the pic of me and said he would like to meet very soon. This got my blood flowing and heart pumping as I thought ‘It will finally happen’. We picked a night where I could leave work a few hours early and meet at a local hotel. Both being married and bi, we wanted to play alone first. As the time approached. Terry and Bobbi Hanshaw introduced themselves as living across the corner. He was short and stocky, wearing a leather biker’s vest and jeans. She was a tall redhead, wearing tight shorts, a bandana and a sleeveless shirt tied under her breasts. Handing us a baking dish filled with a cooked dinner casserole, they invited us to come over after we were unpacked and share their hot tub. We were about as unlikely a match as you could imagine; a young upwardly mobile professional couple and a pair of. “That’s okay, I’ll probably work. I have to make the deposit and that would require me to drive in and then drive over to the bank,” Dan said trying to justify working that night.“Diana can drop the money off at the bank.”“No, I’d rather she didn’t,” Dan said. Earlier that week she had been rather ambivalent about working that evening. He wasn’t even sure if she was coming to work or not. Although he didn’t want to say it, he said, “She isn’t all that dependable.”In a much sterner voice, Dan’s.