I mean, well, there certainly isn’t much pleasure in it for you, and ... I wasn’t able to return the favor because you said that your little butto... was too sore to stand any more licking.”“Who says there isn’t any pleasure in it for me?” she demanded, barely holding back a giggle. “I told you that I often had orgasms when I sucked you. Oh, they generally aren’t as intense as they are when you’re inside me, and trying to describe them is difficult, but ... well, they’re... different, and they. One of them was a small cheap motel which got a quick paint job and a new sign. It was on the highway between Sparta and West Jefferson. For my purposes the Motel had to be down on it’s luck place. The Motel Jefferson was that for sure.I needed to search for just the right manager for it, but he found me. He spoke very good English, because his daughter had taught him. He was indeed in the country illegally. I interviewed the whole family before I hired him. The motel was the same concrete. Seems to me I had to tell my wife. I didn’t feel right about going behind her back especially since I knew she wanted to try a threesome but only with trusted people. That would have to mean friends or at least acquaintances. So that night I slipped into bed and the movement woke up Amanda, my wife. “Hi hon, did you have a good night?” “Sure, I stayed and chatted with Laurie and Lisa by the fireside. It got a little cold so we all came in”. As I snuggled close to her spoon-like, she put her ass. Wicks! Just follow me, please." Sam followed the dignified, splendidly dressed silver-haired woman through the spacious foyer and into the interior of the grand old mansion that now quartered Twin Rivers' finest law firm, Stevens, Breckinridge and Shelton. Sam wondered whether Messrs. Stevens and Shelton were just old dead guys with their names on the letterhead, or were they living, breathing lawyers. Breckinridge, he must assume, was among the living.He was ushered into a small conference.