My legs being pushed apart by his body as he lifted me up higher, once he had an advantage he slipped more of his finger up into me till I felt his kn...ckle slip in. I started to cry out in pain and his tongue begin to search for my tongue and begin to play tongue tag. Why or how, I don't know but I found my tongue in his lips as he sucked sensuously on it. He removed his hand from my bottom and begin to pull my shorts down, with the aid of his knees and feet he removed my shorts without. Mo takes the contract and he starts reading it. The fact he’s reading it earns him a frown which he ignores. Most of it is the standard wording so there’s no issues with those sections, but Mo takes his time with a few altered sections and the ones on pay rates and bonus payments. He looks up and says, “I’ve three years of good play in the Major Leagues! I’m a much better player now than when I was first drafted so I’m now worth a lot more. There’s also a few other issues we need to address to. They pulled into the motel and Kamili went in and paid the manager the $20 that he charged for the room. Kamili came out with a room key in her hand. She stood by the car window and told the men that all the rooms were in use and they would have to wait just a few minutes for one. A couple minutes later the maid came out of a room where she had just put on new bed sheets and a plastic sheet under it. She waived and said, "Hi Kamili." Kamili went over and opened the door and waived the men to. We were walking in opposite directions on the same narrow path, the noise of his irritation at my arrogance to be on the same piece of ground as him at this time of the morning. His obvious displeasure at my presence, his eyes meeting mine, then, hardly giving me a second glance as he slipped past me, still walking and disappeared the way I had come. An encounter of maybe ten seconds. This morning it had been an otter. Who knew what tomorrow might bring? But that morning, almost two years.