An early morning pot of tea in the study as I review the days plans is one of my favourites. Today was a special day, one I had long awaited. Today I ...ould say good bye to my plaything. As I sipped my tea, my gaze drifting to the pictures as it so often did, my mind replayed the hours since she walked into the hotel room for that fateful interview.I had no need to read the files, or refer to the hours of recordings to recall every detail. Even the details of her life before the interview came. I guess cops working large events don't wait in line very much."Where's the best place to hear the band?" asked another cop."Over there, just beyond that break in the fence," I told him."But there's nothing there," he objected. "It's the only empty place on the property." Exactly," I reassured him.Once the cops moved away, I recognized someone else who'd been standing behind them, It was the dad from the family of six at Nate's."Vivian? Is that your name?" he began straight to my face. "We met. I laid behind her both of us on our sides as she grabbed my hard cock, placed it in position and slowly took control. Angie slowly allowed my cock to slide inside her, I heard a load moan and felt the pressure give knowing this was my signal to take control. I began gently sliding in and out while tasting her shoulder and ear with my lips. My rhythm moved harder and faster as we moved from our sides to doggy style without missing a stroke. From behind I pounded her ass as hard as I could. On. I need to go. She struggled to turn away from her young mother begging for more, but she managed to close the door, and quickly escape to her room were she closed the door behind her. "What hell was that?" she said to herself. "Who the fuck is 'Todd', and why am I so wet?" She glanced down at her hardening nipples and could feel her kitten getting wetter and wetter at the thoughts of her mother and the strange man. Margret stopped and sat on her bed. 'Is it wrong if I do this? I mean ... it's.