He went over to the recliner that she had put on the other side of the room and sat down on it. It was much more comfortable than the daybed. Tilting ...he recliner back, he looked at the small television with a built-in VCR wondering why she would change the guest room in that fashion. The remote control was on a small table by the chair. Next to the remote control was a note. Idly, he picked up the note and read it with a frown. He wondered why she wanted him to watch the television in this. On the bed Bobby had already changed and was playing with her nipples. I sat on the edge of the bed, put my hand on her knee, and started stroking up and down her thigh. She spread her legs and I moved to the inside of her thing and brushed up against her pussy. She moved her hips in response so I cupped my hand over her pussy and began rubbing up and down.She was already wet. I began dipping my fingers between her lips and then moving up to rub her clit a few times before moving down again. Erin tapped the head of her clit with her right index finger as she rhythmically pulled on her lips with the other hand. Her breathing became ragged and her eyes fluttered shut as a look of sublime concentration came over her face. She began to hum softly as she exhaled. ‘Mmmmm. Mmmmm, uh huh. Mmmmm. Ohhhh. Mmmmm.’ Her face grimaced, perfect white teeth showing. Her knees started to tremble and her hips began to buck as her tiny body swayed in place, her finger beating a staccato against her. I’m here now, and I know that nothing I say is going to change what’s about to happen to me.” I could tell the Sergeant was taken aback. From the sounds of it, they do this routinely. I’m sure he’s used to girls selling him sob stories, or begging to let them go. I’m not sure he’s heard something like this before. He gathered himself before chuckling. “Smart girl, you got that fucking right.” He sneeredJust then we pulled into the parking lot of some fleabag motel. We were only one of a few.