Her hair was tied up and she wore butterfly framed glasses. Her shoes were high brown stilletos and she had a pair of seamed tanned stockings. She had...been looking at the framed photos of the masked and numbered Black Studs on the wall and written down a selection for later. I noticed how long she was speaking to the Madam of the evening and the Madam seemed to be arranging something? It turned out that Cynthia had been working in mid-Africa as a missionary Lady, well she had the money to. Usually you talk to a client for a bit, even one that you know, and I could hear muffled conversation. After a few moments, I turned off the volume on the television, sat down and put my ear to the wall.The beds in this motel are basically a mattress on a box spring in a bed frame up against the wall. They don't really have headboards, instead there are large boards mounted to the wall, but only at the top. The bottom falls below the level of the mattress and is not screwed in, so these. The water was hot.”What a lame excuse, she thought. If she had washed her face her makeup would have been ruined. But Bob didn’t seem to notice the lie. He was checking the bill.“Are we ready?” she said.“Yup.”Bob held up the leather-bound folder with the bill and his credit card inside toward Giovanni at the front door. He came over and took it.Lucinda wanted to get out of there before Paolo came back in. “I’ll meet you at the car,” she said.Bob looked at her funny but didn’t say. The feeling is so awesome! My legs spread wider as he fucks my pussy with his fingers. The combination of licking my clit and finger fucking me has me moaning and grabbing his head closer to me. I tell him it feels so fucking good as I grind his face in to my pussy. He loves it when I hold his head and tell him what I want him to do down there. So after a few minutes he asks if I would another finger inside me. Well I figured if 3 feels this good 4 might send me right in to an orgasm. So yes, I.