I had hooked up before, I’d met men online and did things with them. It wasn’t my first rodeo, but this? This was a real bull ride.I was in a hote... in Salem, the cheapest one I could find. I’d checked in, went to the room, and left the door unlocked while I got ready. I had shaved myself from top to bottom, my ass smooth and hairless, the little hairs on my nipples gone. He told me to wear pantyhose and panties; I had found a pair of pink leggings that matched the pink polka dots on my favorite. ”I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to pick them up and bring them over to my place.“For god sake it’s 8pm. It’s Monday night. I have work tomorrow.”“Please Dave, do what you can. We’ll have to sleep in the car. I really really need your help.”“You’re five hours away. If I drive straight to there and straight back we’ll be back here no earlier than 6am.”“I’m sorry. I know I’m a fuck up. Always been...”I could hear her crying on the line. I knew she was manipulating me. She always did this.. It was a salty kiss as a lot of sweat started to get involved into it. Still it felt great to kiss my hubby’s wet lips.Even after cumming twice I felt he was still hard. I was quite amazed at this as he put me down in sideways and started to pound me again without taking his dick out of my pussy. Taking me one leg in his hand he kept pounding me even harder as I kept moaning on top of my voice. It hurt a bit as I had just cummed but soon I started to enjoy the fuck and got completely into it.. Dad had even bragged to me one night that she was tied up and blindfolded, waiting for him to fuck her in their bedroom as a makeup act, but he was making her wait, “because, fuck her!” When he’d passed out on the couch, my curiosity got the best of me, and I’d snuck up to their room and snuck a peek, opening the door as slowly and silently as I could manage. Sure enough, there she was, laying on her stomach, totally nude, chained, and just waiting. Her pussy was obviously dripping, and I had.