The hotel we stopped at was more than a hundred years old, dark and dirty. Half of the windows were shattered, the other half boarded up. Mr. A spotte... the pimp and pulled to the curb. I stepped out and he howled at me, "whoo-hoo, fine lookin' bitch". He felt my tits and ass, then turned to Mr. A and nodded. He held out his hand and accepted several hundred dollar bills, smiled and swept them slowly underneath his nose. "The sweet smell of hard-earned cash." He turned to me and said, "let's. Any feedback is good. Had a lot of fun writing it.So let me bore you quickly with the facts about myself.I'm 22, a student, standing 6 feet tall with an average build. I have a big perky bum that hugs to my clothes and escapes the cover of some of my more tighter boxer shorts. It dangles with a peachy characteristic and looks as though it was made to be caressed. My cock is 6 inches, medium girth and becomes extremely excitable in certain situations. Often when excited, pre cum oozes out and. .had been achieved!After we had flown back home, I was constantly thinking about Omar, and Mara, and the incredible amount of sex the two of them had known together! I'd wake up in the middle of the night thinking about that! Throughout the day (even when I was at work), I suddenly get an erection thinking about Mara and Omar! I'd go to the restroom, and after closing the stall door, I'd hurriedly get my stiff penis out and masturbate with an intense ferocity! The need to at least temporarily. Growing up in a close family I did have my ways of getting around without my parents knowing exactly where I was going. I was fully ready and excited to have this go down. It was easy to find him as he listened to my instructions perfectly. I spotted his van and walked up to it, he was in the front seat, he waved and motioned me to get in the back. My heart was racing, I was constantly thinking he could be a copper or a creeper. What if something happens to me here now how will I explain. .