"Fuck," I moaned loudly as her tight walls gripped my dick. It felt like she was pulling me inside of her. I grabbed each side of her thick waist and ...egan fucking her as hard as I could. "Fuck me!" Bethany yelled as she began pushing her ass back on me. "Harder, fuck me," she yelled. The loud sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. I was sure that everyone in the hotel could hear us. I watched as her ass rippled in waves as it hit my body. I didn't know who was fucking who, as. "What?" "Umm... Do you suppose you could uncuff me? My wrists are sore."He sighed but unlocked my handcuffs. "Can we go now?" he asked with annoyance, but he wasn't looking at me anymore. It seemed to me his eyes had wandered to my perfect round breasts. I smiled to myself. "How long is my boyfriend going to be in jail?" I asked innocently."Longer than you. The woman who called us reported the intercourse as being forced. Because we have no proof, he will only be kept about a week longer than. By the end of the day Tara was in a spitting rage as she had completely failed to upset the girl. At least as far as I could tell, she could have been putting on a brave front. I knew only too well from my own experince how she might be a sobbing wreck at home. Still, I hoped that wasn't the case. She seemed nice, and I was beginning to wish I hadn't brushed her off so hard when we could have been friends. Still, as a super villain, friends were a liability, and I was probably better off. There was one large group near the entry from the main lobby, seemingly all suits. Perhaps there was a monitor with the latest in sports news, or first highlights out of the Asian markets? Curious, I sidled around the dancers, and handed my empty plate to a passing waiter as I heard laughter erupt from the group. Then, the mass of suits parted for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of the subject of their rapt attention. She didn't look like E.F. Hutton, but the gaggle of men leaning and.