Her friend set up an appointment on Wednesday evening for me tocome in for a fitting with one of the maids to help me pick out the rightsize out of th... current available inventory.Wednesday finally rolled around. My car was in the shop, but Brenda waswilling to drive me to the motel and drop me off. She told me that Paulwanted me to spend a little bit of time there experiencing thehospitality and he probably wanted to give me the hard sell to convinceme to work there on the weekends. She told. He then tapped my head a few times and said, “Will, your dog’s here.”“Oh, indeed,” I answered. “Sorry, I didn’t notice him.” I licked the tip of his cock two more times, and then added, “should I lock him in the bedroom?”“It’s your call,” he said. “As long as he doesn’t make a fuss. I don’t care either way.”“And what does”a fuss" mean, here?"“Will,” Matt said sternly, grabbing my head and pushing it towards his cock. “Focus on what’s important,” he added, sliding one hand down to my butt. "Wonderful, come in and I will see what the kitchen has for you."The inn was modest, the commons was obviously designed to give a couple dozen people a place to eat or drink. There was no sign of a stage, or any provisions for entertainment. A dozen or so men occupied two tables near the bar, which appeared to double as the check-in counter. We had our saddlebags with us and were feeling dustier than we were tired, given that it was barely past mid day, so we found a table and ordered a bottle. It was... a flyer, I think."He thought hard. "Oh, my, it was the new TV station they built on thehill above town." Ok. Let me try our other deputy," I said. "No guarantee, but I willtry." So off I went.I had a feeling about our other deputy, because she was female. Maybeshe would have some sympathy for James, or at least be willing to goover to the TV station and check it out. I found her, and persuadedher to come back to the cell with me.When we got there, she actually put her hand to her.