Who was sobbing? I wondered. It wasn't Angel. I looked down the length of my body and between my upraised legs I saw that infamous bed in the distance... The gagged girl shackled to it was crying. She was Wanda Jean Lassiter, of all people.Wanda Jean, the first person to deride me as a "freak bitch" because of my ex-male status. Wanda Jean, who had attacked my friend Keyboard last fall. Wanda Jean, with whom I'd traded punches only a few hours ago. Now, Wanda Jean lay helpless at the receiving. She said: “ Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out! But please, I think your mother is suspicious. We can’t go back to what you were doing before. Just play it cool! I’ll let you know as soon as I figure something out!”My heart leapt for joy, as I gave a massive grin. I fondled her boobs, as she bent to kiss me on the lips. I got a faint taste of my cum for the first time. She quickly skipped out of my room. As she stepped out of my doorway, she again cocked her ear. Then she glanced back at. Tristan spilled his seed down her throat, while Cameron emptied his sack into her sloppy gash, and Nikos unloaded up her butthole. The mystery woman now had nine loads of spunk in her holes, three a piece. They oozed and leaked all over the place, but she wasn’t done until all of our guys enjoyed her, at least for this place.When Stewart, Joey, and Brigham now added themselves to the equation, the pirate lady asked no questions, just pulled them toward her respective body cavities. She knew. The hotel recognized the name... she and Ad always stayed there when they visited Portland. Before long, she was installed in her suite, with an appointment with the hotel's hairdresser scheduled for first thing in the morning."I'll be at least a week. Maybe two," Hazel told the manager when she checked in."No problem, Mrs. Steele. You're welcome here as long as you want to stay-and we'll always find room for you." That's very kind. Thank you." Not at all. You and your husband have been loyal.