The hotel had a well stocked bar and kept a good board for the steady flow of diners; you didn't dine out there, you 'ate', - a dockside café rather ...han an up town restaurant. Mine Host ran his establishment well and pardoned no nonsense; his memory of faces, in all variations of disrepair, meant here were no second offenders.The Flock did later retain a suite there. The yard was the easiest to find, the accommodation being necessarily linked to its position. A somewhat ambitious money. "Oh, God, I'm coming again. Fuck me! Oh, please fuck me! Fuck me!" She fell forward, her breast pressed against the counter, as her hands reached back to grasp his thrusting hips. Her fingers dug deep into his flesh and she released a guttural howl like I had never heard from her before. I couldn't believe this was my wife, my conservative, sometimes prudish wife, begging this man to fuck her... rutting like an animal in heat. In sheer astonishment, I stopped stroking myself and just watched as. "Go ahead," she told me as she rolled off of me. "I'll be there shortly. We need to shower too." We were coming out of the bathroom after finishing when Sean and Sara came out of their room."You finished?" Sean asked."Yes, we're finished," I told him, as we passed in the hall. After breakfast, we all helped our Moms finish cleaning up from the big dinner yesterday. Since the printing plant was closed until Monday, we had plenty of time for our Magic studies. The Stuarts had held their own. I’ve never been so humiliated in all my life. Why the fuck would you tell Bill about my being your Office Whore? It’s bad enough that most of your friends think I’m a gold-digger opportunist. Now when Bill shoots his mouth off to everyone, they’ll decide that I’m just the hot piece of ass that conned you into marriage.”Chad let her rant at him. God knows he deserved it and, probably, worse. The look in her eyes was crushing. More than anger and hurt, he saw disappointment. He’d let her down in.