We woke the next morning and Marcus told me to go to the lobby to get us some coffees and come right back up. when i came back to the room he was wear...ng a robe and was on the phone. "ok fantastic, he'll be by in an hour thank you for taking the appointment"i put the coffees on the table and looked over at him. "take your clothes off and bring Daddy his Coffee baby" Marcus said smiling at me, "i've got a present for you"undressing and walking over towards him, swaying my hips to make myself. Her beautiful little ass grinded obscenely on the chair and her pussy leaked juices onto my fingers. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and licked the juices, savoring the taste of her body. Ms. Davis looked down at me and told me to stop. I looked up at her questioningly. She stood up, smiling, and asked me to sit down. I sat down on the chair and she slowly got to her knees in between my legs. She grinned up at me, and I knew what she was going to do. She pulled my shirt off, then unbuttoned. She became wild and was dripping wet. She said to me in a commanding voice, “Put that dick inside me..” I teased her. I touched my dick on her vaginal wall and inserted a bit into her vagina and then again took it out. “Please, I beg you to put it inside me..” Nisha started pleading me. And then with a huge stroke I finally inserted my cock inside her warm and wet vagina. She was in immense pleasure and was enjoying it. She grabbed me tightly and asked me to fuck her harder. The harder I. I was interested in the hole... (s). Looking out over the sun dappled surface of the pine-needled forest floor, I could see there were more depressions signaling more holes. A looker wouldn’t see them ... but an observer would notice right off; something was backfilled here. The blanks on the pine forest floor told me right off that the holes weren’t backfilled artifact diggings. No pot hunter would up and leave those blanks. Besides, most pot hunters don’t backfill ... they are as messy as it.