I was not looking forward to another dreary, lonely weekend, especially a long one. At least classes got me out of my dorm room.Westy was spending ano...her weekend at the fraternity house, so I had the room all to myself. I had about a hundred pages to read over the weekend, and I debated with myself about starting in on it or holding off on that particular task until the next day.Around eight, I was still undecided when my room telephone rang. I picked it up, and it was Jesse."You want to go. Alison took her to the hotel and checked her in, pointed out the bar to her and, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, said, "See you there at half past seven. 'Bye for now."Becca was shown to her room by a page who carried all her bits and pieces except her handbag which contained the precious jewellery."I'm sorry," she stammered. "I can't give you a tip because I haven't got a bean on me." That's all right, miss," said the lad. "Carrying the bags for such a pretty lady is a tip in itself."She. Jacquelyn went nuts, obviously building to another climax. Seeing this, and not wanting her to cum yet, Jacques withdrew his fingers and Trish did the same. Both Trish and Jacquelyn, swung their hips around, searching for what they had just lost. Then Trish felt him rubbing his knob up and down her slit. He lent over to her ear, “I want to fuck your beautiful ass, but for that to happen, Jacquelyn must have the same.” Then he pushed his knob hard against her ass, but when she pushed back. But she dared not make a sound now as the tone of the negro leader's mood had changed and she was frightened of what he might do if she uttered the slightest protest.He pulled her toward the bed against the wall and let her drop face down across it. She hadn't the strength or sense of will to move and listened as though in a trance as she heard him stripping the clothing from his dark, muscular body and drop them heavily to the floor. The heavy metallic belt buckle hit with an incongruous thud.