He told me to ask for room 22 because he'd secure it for us ahead of time. I get there and do as he says and I'm given the key. As I walk to the room ... can't help but notice it's the room farthest from the road, it's all the way in the back of the motel. I open the door and walk in. I look around and see a camera set up, a huge dildo, and a list of instructions that I must follow. First I had to strip down to my thong in front of the camera. Then I was to swallow the dildo as deep as possible.. To look at all his nasty porn while he masturbates in his man cave.That would bother some women, but not me. I want him to have a release for the things I can’t give him.I look back to check my husband. My eyes narrow in annoyance. Donna Hardinger is talking to him. Recently divorced, on the prowl, Donna Hardinger.She leans way in so my husband has a great view of her cleavage. He can’t help himself. He is a boob man.The bleach-blonde woman’s tits are even bigger than my own generous double-D’s. Her message said she'd be home about six."We went down to Laura's and began making dinner. We heard Cynthia drive in a little early. She came rushing into Laura's kitchen and came to kiss me. "God, I missed you Bradford. You are under my skin. I am infatuated and in love at the same time." I missed you, too, Sweetheart. You've been gone too long."She went over to kiss Laura and then stood back to look at her. "You've been crying. Did he say something wrong?" She hugged Laura.Then, Laura sobbed,. With a breath of preparation, I walked down back down the stairs only to be greeted by a surprised expression. “Tucker what the heck are you still doing up?” I didn’t say anything as I walked over to where she sat, determination riddling my face. Climbing onto the couch, I slowly started crawling towards her while she slowly leaned further away from me until she risked falling over the side of the couch. “Tucker?”With every ounce of courage that my little ten year old self had, I leaned forward.