Groups of twenty to thirty people were awaiting their turns. Small groups were assembling down at the other end of the street. As we approached, I not...ced something. There were no families, no wives, and no children. Only young men! I couldn’t pick out a single girl from among any of them. This was a shock. Only young men seemed to be awaiting the trucks arrivals. A sick feeling was starting to wash over me. This was not what any of us had envisioned. I had supposed groups of families all. Then, the Married Guy backed up again the wall (his back was against the wall), and then he turned me around and started rubbing his cock, which was still in his speedo, against my butt crack. He had both his hands on my hips as I leaned back into his body as he grinded me. At some point he pulled the front of his speedos down which gave him much more freedom to slide it up and down my speedo clad arse.It was at this point that the Married Guy reached around and started rubbing my cock through. Well, I wouldn't have blamed them, in that case.As much as it was a deep and transcendental interior debate, I had to flush everything out for the stink.The phone called me back to reality, literally: it was Colin, I mean Vanilla Sax."Hey, anything wrong?" Girl, I'm sorry," my friend sounded authentically concerned, "Robin Vargas' associate is here, right in front of me. And he's looking at me bad. He wants to know why you're not here." Shit!"I sobbed, this wasn't what I wanted for my girls:. “Ah got a good idea, Pete," she said, smiling. "There's a motel near here called the Riverside Motel and they got pretty cheap rooms. We could go there and fuck. You do want to fuck me, don't you, Pete?”When she said that, she pushed her boot harder into my cock. “It's only five minutes from here. Come on, let's do it. Let’s fuck each other crazy."I drove up the road and round the bend and saw the Riverside Motel and pulled into the parking lot. “You go and get us a room, Pete and I'll wait.