Behind that glass was a thick red curtain preventing customers looking in until I was ready. After getting comfortable I swiped my badge near the back...of the machine activating it, which would put me in the desired service positions. There were a couple of mechanical hands to assist in moving me to the desired positions but most of the movement was done through the mechanical chair. The machine started by turning me to so that my ass was facing the glass and the pair of bionic hands placed my. I thrust it inside and imagined it was my brother fucking me. The door to my bedroom flew open and Evan stomped in, clearly pissed. He was red in the face and had a raging hard-on. I could see it through his shorts. I snickered rudely. Obviously his date hadn't gone well. He glared at me. He walked in front of me and pulled his shorts down. His eight inch cock hung loose in front of me. “Suck it, Mary.” I hesitated for a moment. I really wanted to, but I didn't want him to only fuck me when his. It was an older motel that had been refurbished and now carried a local name not the large chain that once operated the facility. It looked like a good choice for an end to our unusual day on the road. I stopped at the office leaving Ginny still naked in the car. Checking in I got a room on the back of the complex on the second floor. We drove around to our room and parked a row away from the building. The motel was an older design with with rooms that opened onto a walkway outside.“Well. He looked like an athlete,strong but wiry, despite his still small height. He was prepared too, a pocketknife dangling from a belt loop next to a small compass. In his left hand he held a walking stick, tall, strong, and smooth. It reachedover his head by a good two feet, almost six feet tall. He held it loosely,almost comfortably, as if the staff gave him some measure of confidence thatonly older men have. Despite his youth, his face bore a look of determinationand courage. The boy behind.