" I didn't," she countered firmly, "Your music was so loud that you didn't hear me and then your door was open wide too -- so there!"I was in a total ...ilemma now because I was kind of stuck. I was naked with a slowly hardening cock beneath my small towel and whatever I did would be risky to me.If I turned around or perhaps walked from the room to get a larger towel from the bathroom she'd see my arse and I felt as scared to show it off as I was to display my cock. Worse still, my clothes were. This really got me going, and it made me want to see more. I Started working her shirt up more but it was hard to get higher then I did. I reached down to the lowest button and undid it. Her shirt just would not go up further, and I was afraid to undo anymore button. It is a lot easier to unbutton then to rebutton. What to do now? I went for her legs. Beautiful smooth legs sexy and thick. Being as she was in very loose pants it was easy to get her pants up. I rubbed her thigh and worked my way. I was so exhausted from the pounding I fell right to sleep. In the morning I woke up with the salesman still naked next to me. The light was shining in and I was beginning to realize just how overweight he was. Still his cock was very evenly proportioned to his big round body. He woke up a minute later and said he'd love another blow job before he had to go. It must have been the day of being a slut but I agreed and was soon on top of him working his cock as he pulled on my nipples, pushed on. ‘I’m sorry but your mother is dead. I assume the woman that you were traveling with was your mother. She did look like you. I am sorry but she was so hysterical, she was made to walk the plank. Boys will be boys you know,’ he said, not mentioning that like her, her mother had been ravaged. Though saddened at the news of her mother’s death, she did her best to show no response. Although a few tears did well in her eyes, she did her best to blink them away. ‘Why won’t you talk?’ He asked. Her.