.. except it was different. My name, gender, andaddress were the new ones... like an endorsement there was a mark on itthat said 'ADP.' I was genuinel... curious what it meant, 'probablyadopted,' but just gave it to her to verify my information. After amoment of scrutiny she handed it back. "Okay, you need to go down thehallway here, third door on the right is your room. Show this ticket tothe lady in there and she'll get you all setup." Thanks," I told her.I looked up for Amanda but saw she was. The users were generally crap, mostly deleting or ignoring your messages, I got very little in the way of replies. That being said I I did end up actually hooking up with a women on there quick message, flirt a little arrange to meet, go have sex. It was pretty easy to be fair (once I had found someone who actually replied to me!)Her name was Rachael, I never told her I was married, I told her I lived and worked all over the country and my job didn't really give me time to have a relationship. ”“God, yes! Take all of me!”He slid into her slowly, then began to pump his engorged prick into her tight pussy. “Mmm, nothing like fucking a married pussy,” he mused.She looked so erotic, gazing into his eyes as he moved inside her. He reached down and played with her pleasure button while he felt her clamp down on his shaft.“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” she cried.“Mmm, such a good girl! Cum on my cock!”Her body thrashed and writhed while he continued to fuck her and rub her sensitive little clit.. ” There was a plaintive tone to Mandy’s falsetto twang. “I’ll do the gardening for you, okay? That’ll square us, right?”Devon laughed. “Fah, like hell it will. I’ll do the fucking gardening and any other chores I have to. You’re not getting out of this.” Devon stood fully upright in a way that was meant to be menacing. It kind of was. He said, “Now show us.”Mark and I glanced at one another and shrugged. What did Mandy owe Devon? What did he want to see?Mandy, only visible from just above her.