It is in moments like this you have to pinch your arm and remind yourself of who you really are.Then again, there isn't really that much to remember.Y...ur name is John Smith. And yes, your parents are the two most boring people on earth, and not just for naming like an alias in in a hotel register.But your bland name suits you quite well though, because there isn't much special about you. You are a just an average, normal white guy in your mid 20s. Just your average unemployed no good slacker. I feel a little tipsy by now, but it would be rude to let Tameka drink alone. We chat easily, as if we had known each other for years, discussing our families, our jobs and what we want for the future. I marvel at her smooth ebony skin and sharp cheekbones, and of course that melting smile. “I wonder if your friend has worn him out yet? You might be safe to go back to the room shortly.” I tell her that knowing Gabby like I do, it may be a while before she lets him go. “Well at least you can sit. “Yes ma’am.” I gave her $40 for her trouble. “Thank you so very much, ma’am.” The maid was done in 5 minutes. I’m sure she was thinking hooker. An extremely cute polite little hooker.Oh yes, the second guy, Clark Hargrave, wanted me to enter his room as a slut. That’s not exactly the easiest thing to do in a high-end hotel. I would be coming back and MUST NOT be seen as a street hooker. Yet that’s what Clark wanted.After the maid left I put on flats and looked for the stairwell. I was in luck. I saw a pure white pair of boobs with slightly dark nipples. They were erect and was waiting for my attack. I licked her boobs and nipples sending shock waves across her body.She was now pulling my hair in pleasure and I kept sucking her breasts. She did the unthinkable next. My sweet Mil shifted my lungi and pushed her hand inside my underwear. She slowly started stocking it and I came immediately in her hand. I’m not ashamed to tell truth. Such hot was the condition and whoever did incest.