Despite my exasperation, I decided I really needed to get laid and I posted on CL under m4t. Those of you who’ve read my previous posts know I have...a thing for trans-ladies. So there I was, sweating through my clothing and posting when I should have been jumping in the pool and taking a shower. Like I said, I really wanted to get laid. In any case, I got the usual craptastic array of responses that I’ve grown to accept and casually ignore. I did however get the following response from a. "Anything to avoid being home with him," she breathed.Unfortunately, the earlier Sandy came, the more time she had to talk, and Bonnie had enough troubles of her own without having to sit and listen to her babysitter, too!"Hi, Mrs. D!" Oh, hi, Sandy." Bonnie used as disinterested a voice as she could. "At least she doesn't have any new bruises," she thought. "The boys are still asleep, and I have to go upstairs and get myself ready for work." That's okay, Mrs. D. You go right ahead. I'll just. Once she went inside I went back to the Starlight and a fifty dollar bill got me the information that Alan Pendergast had a standing reservation for room 103 on Tuesdays and Fridays. I'd never heard of a specific motel being reserved so I asked if there was anything special about the room that would make it desirable and I found out that it was the only room with a hot tub. All of the odd numbered rooms on the first floor were supposed to have had hot tubs, but the builder ran into financial. Hurry elevator! Your hands rub up and down my arms as you lightly kiss the top of my head. So subtle, no one noticed. Thinking about this a moment, I wonder what else we could do that no one will notice…. Pressing my ass up against your crotch, I move slightly side to side for a moment, my buttocks brushing against your cock. I look forward at the reflection in the elevator doors and catch your eye the moment you feel my ass rub against your dick. See your eyes grow hungry, I smile back at.