Maybe there was some kind of totally innocent explanation for Shantella to be with that asshole in the pictures. That stage only lasted a day before I...gave it up after looking at the pictures again. The kisses they exchanged didn't look at all platonic and there was no damn way going into a hotel room with a man could be interpreted any other way. So denial was out.The three weeks between my receipt of that envelope and the time I got the whole story were some of the worst weeks in my life. And. He handed me a paper towel, but I had nothing to clean up. Hedidn't, either. We thanked each other, and I left the room while hedressed.The booth across the hallway was cracked open, and I peeked in. There was achubby guy hunched over an older, trim man in his 50s who was sitting onthe bench, naked, and pumping his six inch cock furiously. I stepped in theroom just as the guy came buckets onto the floor. As his chubby cocksuckerstood up, I groped at his shorts, but he said he had to go.I told. “And now, I want you to BEG me for it,” she purred like a cat.“What???” he strained against the restraints, but it was no use.“Beg me for it. Beg me to suck you dry, to impale my pretty face on that deliciously hard big cock of yours and fill me up with your messy cockcream!” she whispered hoarsely into his ear as her thigh rubbed against his painfully hard erection.“Swallow my fuckstick down your greedy mouth and throat, gag on it until I fill your tummy with my thick cumload!” he. ' Slowly, reluctantly he stepped away, damn that was good my friend. He stepped over to a nearby showerhead and turned it on. I stayed against the all getting my bearings, not moving. I was about to finish my shower and only half turned when our spectator stepped up beside me, you ain't finished yet are you? I looked to him glanced to the old man who simply looked at us. I turned back to the wall and leaned against it. With a chuckle the new guy stepped behind me, I felt his search.