"Hi!" came an enthusiastic greeting over my right shoulder. "I'm Margaret Wilson, but you can call me Peg. Everybody else does. What's your name?"I tu...ned and looked to see who belonged to such an assertive greeting. "I'm Alex, Alex Winham."Peg was one of the middle-aged ladies in a pastel dress, fairly tall, trim but not thin, on the attractive side of plain, with short, light brown hair that had been blow-dried into a non-style-a walking ad from the pages of the JC Penney catalog. Her grip. Harrison was trembling again, while pressing her chest into my hands - enjoying. I leaned my head forward and brought my lips to her own - our kiss was more passionate than before, our moist lips opening and tasting the other as if we were starving.Then, from over my shoulder I heard the grunt, "Hurry up and fuck her!"I pulled my face from her, feeling her tense up at the gruff words and whispered, "Forget him - he is nothing." She stared at me in surprise, but with a pleased look. Then turned. We didn't fool around this time, but looked immediately for a place to spend the night.Now that we could read the signs, we had no trouble finding a hotel. We moved in and found a suitable room. There was little difference between this room and the bedroom we had last occupied. We were both so tired that we just ate a quick supper and fell into bed. No sex this night, though we did cuddle for a time before we fell asleep.We woke up at daybreak the next morning and had a quickie before. “I’m always wet around him.”The ball gag filled her mouth. She tried to relax her jaws, so her muscles wouldn’t ache afterward from being forced open. While there was something inarguably submissive about being gagged, it still wasn’t her favorite bondage accessory. Remembering Serena’s advice, she tried to pull back her lips, exposing her teeth clamped onto the ball. Serena had told her that Erik liked that look. It puckered her lips as if she was kissing the ball. It also gave the impression.