This shocked me as I never thought of Karen as an anal slut. The two of us discussed anal while the guys just started with their mouths open. I compla...ned about it hurting and she told me it only hurts in the beginning and the more I have anal, the more relaxed I will get. I asked how many would that be and she said as I was so thin probably 8 – 10 times. The next thing I know the guys are buying us shots of tequila and on their phones calling their friends.The guys suggested we head back to. She leant forwards never taking those hazel eyes from mine. Her hair fell around her face like a halo. Those breasts hung like ripe fruit. She wriggled out of the pencil skirt, slipped it down her legs and stepped out from it. She wore no underwear. Stood before me on that crappy motel carpet in just heels, stockings and garter. "Turn around," I said. She put hands on her slender hips and glared at me. Her face painted perfectly with make-up. "Turn around and put your hands up," I. “Maybe,” she said before quickly leaving the room.A few minutes later, they bumped into one another in the hallway. She was gathering a few last-minute things before taking advantage of a brief break in the action. He was busy putting his ambulance cot back together but took the time to smile and watch as she passed. She loved the attention and he loved getting caught looking.She knew he was watching her every move. The excitement of the situation was nearly unbearable as she imagined how his. She walked out. She dressed up as she was before she even got to the bathroom and she left. She didn’t go home though. Instead, she headed to his place. Oh, she knew she still wanted Harold. Right now, she definitely knew she wanted to be with him of all people. She knocked. He wasn’t doing anything but watching some stupid TV show. He greeted her with one of his huge warm smiles and a hug, which she always loved. “I need to talk” she said. He was all ears he told her. They sat and she told him.