”I wondered what that was about.We made it back to the hotel and went to the elevator. Our suites were on the same floor. It hadn’t occurred to me...that the Adkins’ would be so well known. I was worried that Andrew would be recognized after we got off of the elevator. After all, his wife wasn’t the one who would be accompanying him to his bedroom, was she? Andrew’s StoryDid you ever feel like you were walking to the gallows? When I was a teenager I totaled my mother’s car driving home from a. From that time on, Susan demanded more from me. I will never forget how scared I was when she first had me place my face up on her chair my face with her big ass smothering me. She would sit on my face, grinding her pussy on my face, soaking me in her juices. The only thing she wanted was to be orally pleased by me. For six months, almost every day after opening and sorting the mail, she would order me under her disk for oral worship of her pussy, ass and feet. She also told me she belonged to. Mark was quiet and not saying anything and we he was done with breakfast he left and went back to his room. I few minutes later tina got up and left.I get curious and head up stairs and see Tina go into marks room and lock the door. I hurry down to the basement and I remember my laptop and I hurry up and link my pc up to marks computer in his room. Im in luck it was on and his web camera was showing almost his whole room. Tina was standing talking to mark and this is where I picked up the. She patted it for Sasha to joinher. "Tell me the story, granddaughter."Sasha unbound her riding braid and shook free its coils. She took anornate golden hair clasp from a belt pouch, pulled her waste length hairbehind her head again, and re-clasped it. A dusk sun gave her hair aglow of burnished copper. Sasha looked again at the girl. "So small!"With a quick shake of head, she sat next to Meg. "It is not a story I wish to tell, for in the end, I am the villain.But," Sasha shrugged her.