He asked me to go to his hotel room and I said to myself "Oh what the hell." and I was outta that hot stuffy ass bar. Luckily his hotel was in walking...distance from the club. "Nice room." Uh...... fuck I don't even know his fucking name. Damn I can be such a fucking slut. He tells me thank you and sits in the chair across from the bed." Take your fucking clothes of bitch." comes out of his mouth. Did I hear this muthafucka right. "BITCH COME OUTTA YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES!" he commands. I was. I only had a vague idea where I was apart from the fact that I had come through a small village about half a mile away. In the half hour I waited no other car came past to disturb me and I happily sat with all the windows wide open listening to the birds in the small stand of trees opposite their gate.At four I started the car and drove up the drive. It wasn’t far and only a bend in the road had stopped me, or anyone else, seeing their cottage from the road. I parked up and closed the windows. They kissed passionately as he continued to make circles around the clitoral hood. The warmth of their bodies emanated through the room and mingled with the smell of raw sex. Natalie kneeled on the beanbag to get a good view of the action on the bed. From her vantage point, she was only able to see the bottom of William’s feet and his stiff dick laying on Ann’s thigh. She also could see Ann’s chest drop and rise as she breathed deep with satisfaction. Will’s hand blocked any good view of. Enjoy yourself … be sure she enjoys it too, if she’ll let herself. And …’ ‘Yes?’ Her expression went wicked. ‘Tell her you’re going to call her ‘Brandy.” * * * ‘Holy shit. We’re really going to do this.’ The whole car ride back to the house – back to the boudoir – was full of Kaylee repeating that thought or something similar. ‘I can’t believe she didn’t go ape-shit. Fuck. Oh crap. Fuck. I’m about to have sex with you for money.’ No, you’re about to have sex with me because I love your.