" So am I" she responded, which wasn't surprising since we were in Ann Arbor, just a stone's throw away from the Motor City. "Do you go watch them m...ch"?"We go about 4-5 times each summer" I responded.He coat was now open and I caught a glimpse of what may have been some nice C-cups. Even though she was dressed very conservative and seemed just like she wanted to talk--I am not dead and I figured she was interested in what I had in my pants. "Do you live around here" she asked."No" I lied. I was surprised I could hear her so well.Most well appointed hotel rooms are insulated from each other for noise. Then I realized we had adjoining rooms with a door on each side separating us. The sounds of her intimate whimpers were enough to make me begin to grow an erection. I imagined what the scene was like in the next room, just a few feet from my bed. I could see in my mind that a beautiful woman was being pleasured.My dick stiffened as I listened jealously in my room. Tried as I could I. “Mike,” I replied.“We’ve been together for six months,” he said. “We should be fucking by now.”I smiled. He was right. Up until today he hadn’t put any real pressure on me to fuck him. We’d done almost everything else and I wanted to. I think I was just a little scared how it would feel.“Ok,” I said. “It’s my birthday on Sunday. If you can find us a place to go, you can be my first.”“Can I come in you?” he asked.“I’m on the pill. You can fuck me and come in me as much as you want.”He kissed. "Oh that's Frank. He has a really bizzare fetish. He is sexually aroused by the feel of newspapers and likes to be tortured with them. Let me show you."She opened the cage and ordered me to crawl out and stand up. With a riding crop tapping against my wrapped head and genitals she told the group about our session and the fact that my wife had hired her."Can I take a short video of him with my phone? That is the most unusual fetish I have ever heard of," the same female voice asked."Go ahead,.