“Good girl,” he kissed her cheek, tapped her ass, with the other hand once more discretely passing over her pussy, feeling even warmer and damper,...even through her jeans. She shivered again and moaned quietly. Only for him to hear.“Ready?” Cheryl asked him, glancing at his crotch revealing his excitement. “I guess you are,” she pinched the lump. “Though it seems Lori forgot to mention she has a car.”“Too bad,” he said. “Where’s it parked?” he asked Lori.“Over off Glenwood where it’s free,” Lori. I felt sad that they didn't get to sleep in a nice hotel roomfor one night, but they seemed to be okay with how things turned out.The Hotel Monaco turned out to be an ugly looking building. Dad saidsomething about it being a historical building, and maybe it was. But itcertainly looked old. I didn't know what to expect inside as the limopulled up to the entrance."Thank you," I told the valet who had helped me out of the limo a fewmoments later. He smiled at me with recognition, which I. "Of course," I said, trying to keep my head from exploding at how boldly he fondled me, as well as his verbal abruptness. "How often?" Every day." I don't know why I said that, I guess I thought it sounded sexy. It's actually more like a few times a week."Can you cum on your fingers, or do you need a toy?" Fingers," I said, truthfully, "but it takes longer." Show me."I pulled my thick and swollen outer lips apart, and ran a middle finger up and down, outlining my opening, tracing the crinkly. President Tripp had been hit four times, but he continued. His pistol locked open. He dropped it and picked up two more pistols. The fourth man in military garb appeared at the door President Tripp hit him in the head. The fifth man appeared shooting. President Tripp also hit him although he had been hit in the right arm. Somebody else got the sixth and seventh men. The eighth man Tripp hit him in the helmet. The man’s M-16 was on automatic. The first round hit Tripp’s right hip. The second.