I told Jean about my stuff in the motel near the convention center. She took my key to the room I had rented and went back into the hotel. Ten minutes...later we were traveling the freeways.?Why are we stopping?? I asked some time later. Exhausted from all the tension I had dozed off.?Not too worry, dear,? Jean said patting my head. By her expression I think she had adopted me ? of a sorts. ?Mabel has collected your clothes and is going to meet us here.?I don?t know how to begin to thank you. Quickly he bounced up and got behind me. He got on top and pressed his body up against mine. I felt his hard prick up between my ass cheeks. He leaned up and with both hands on my cheeks, pried me open and slipped his narrow torpedo up in my shaft. I jumped slightly. He wasted no time getting to a rabbit in heat pace. The slapping sound, over and over, echoed of my bare walls. My body bounced on the bed. His breathing was heavy as he got faster. He started to slow and then he grunted hard. His. He pulled up his shirt, revealing his pale, stretch-mark-laden spare tire covered with salt-and-pepper body hair. He smelled like diesel, motor oil, and dirt. Then, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his wrinkled, uncut five-inch cock. A layer of smegma permeated the gap between his foreskin and his head. This was the dick that he wanted me to put in my mouth.I took hold of his cock and took it in my mouth as I was expected to do. I gagged on the stench and taste and nearly vomited. But I. His hands slid down my naked body. His hand reaches my dripping pussy. I’m still contorting myself, trying desperately to buck him off me. It’s too late. His hand rest’s against my soaking cleft and the bucking start’s stimulating my bud. He strokes his hand against my movements and I became aroused and attempt to tell him to get off me, he just laughs at the sound that comes through the fabric cinched into my mouth. This could not be happening I tell myself, not again, not by him. I look to.