They moved out of the hotel and I kept sitting in the manager cabin. One hour later my boyfriend texted me that he was on the move and manager was on ...he move towards me.He also said that things were done as expected. As expected the manager arrived in 30 minutes and came straight to the cabin. He offered me a glass of water and then told me that my boyfriend. I objected that he was my husband. He smiled and said that he was my boyfriend who ran away leaving me behind. He asked me to clear the. His humongous fuck tool throbbing in my ass like a tooth ache. Each time his tool would throb it shot a squirt of spunk into my butt. James laid on top of me slowly screwing his giant tool into my rectum, I pleaded with him 'Ja, Ja, James, pleeessse, take it out, IIIIIII can't do any more.' James paid my pleads no attention. He continued to slowly screw into my but, his huge fuck tool lodge deep into my rectum. I felt him began to firm up and begged him 'James, please, don't fuck me any more,. His hands on her breasts felt good, but somehow not sexual, and she was thinking so hard about that that she all but missed his hand sudsing up the hair above her sex. His hand dipped once, quickly between her legs, and he was done. He turned her back around so the water could sluice the soap from her body.His motions were practiced and efficient, and without being overtly sexual, were more erotic than anything she'd ever dreamed of. She wondered if he washed his sisters this way. If he did, it. ‘I’m done Josh. We are over.’ Turning to him to face him and she said the last few words looking directly in his eyes. His casual appearance would have done nasty things to her insides a few months ago, now it just turned her stomach. ‘You can’t leave.’ The tone in his voice told her he didn’t believe she was leaving. ‘Oh yes I can, I already have a new place.’ She tossed over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a load of toiletries, a hair dryer and a flat.