When we made it to the hotel I went to get some ice and she went on to the room. When I returned to the room she was laying on the bed watching swamp...people. As I put the ice away she turned the tv off and said come on big boy. When I turned to her I could see straight up her skirt so as I climbed in bed I ran my tongue up her leg to her inner thigh. Slowly making my way to her pussy she had freshly shaven . I was licking her pussy all the way from asshole to clit she would squirm Everytime. And on this end a bar with two stools. Behind the bar was a fridge packed with beer. Next she looked over the two men. Aaron was tall and slim, with sun-bleached hair and deep blue eyes. He looked just like a surfer. His friend David was a little taller and had a very muscular build. His head was shaved and his eyes were almost the color of coal. She looked at David's hand. A few years ago a friend had told her that you could get a rough idea of what a guy's cock looked like by looking at his. Perhaps she was embarrassed at her company parties when she introduced me and the person would ask me what I do. Customer service, in a tiny cubicle? Married to a woman who makes five times my pay and has hundreds of people under her? Jesus, could anyone blame her for feeling like she married a failure with no ambition? ***** All of this was on my mind when I waited for the plane to fill up, which is probably why I looked so sad when Meredith boarded the plane and entered my life. I noticed her. She’s not unattractive, but she doesn’t look the type who turns too many heads – that blonde hair hangs like a curtain, or a safety blanket over half of her face, but we can clearly see her cheeky smile as we approach.She speaks in a strong Yorkshire accent, “Hello, an’ welcome to this week’s United Kingdom of Zoo ... My name is Victoria Bravia. I’m 20 years old, and I’m a student from Sheffield, and tonight, I am your dogwhore!” She puts a lot of emphasis on the word “I”.We cut to a montage of.