Low moans escaped from her thin lips, and her eyes were closed. It was time to do or die, and I allowed my fingers to slide up and down her warm moun... a few times, before I ducked my hand under her loose hem, and came in contact with her tiny, silky thong. Oh my, it felt so good and slippery under my fingers. It also felt quite warm, and drenched, which came as no surprise.I lightly rubbed my index finger teasingly up and down between her labia, slightly pushing her thong into her wetness. . “I like talking, unh!” I replied as he spanked me. “You hate—,” another SPANK, “—aah…you hate talking. You should let me run the meetings.” Two SPANKS, two yelps, and I was wincing and rubbing my knees together, staring at him with weak eyes as he scowled and grinned at me. “I’m sorry,” I said in a tiny voice. That earned me a light caress and another wicked spank. “I talk too much,” I conceded.“What are we going to do about it?” he whispered, kissing the side of my face.I sighed. I opened my. “Quick.” She urged him, in case he had any last minute hesitation. She didn’t know if he expected she would actually let him fuck her when she brought him in here, but it was going to happen. Using her fingers to spread herself she felt his tip push against her entrance and she moved her fingers to help guide him inside. His sheathed cock slid into her easily and she realised with some mild embarrassment she must be soaking wet already.The man took her by the hips and pulled himself into her. She dried her hair, then pulled on a pair of bermudas and a "Save the Whales" T-shirt a couple of sizes too large, and set off for the restaurant. She wondered a little if that would be a little underdressed for the restaurant, but realized that at a traveler's motel in this part of the country, it wouldn't really matter a whole lot.The restaurant was nearly empty; a sign at the entrance said, "Please seat yourself." She did, over near the window, not for any good reason, since there wasn't a.