I trip on my own big ass sized 12 jock feet, about half way, adding to the throbbing in my head. Getting up was pretty hard, as I was foggy, and visio... was a bit blurry. Yanking open the door, there stood Jason from the motel. Peaking left and right from the doorway, I grab him by the shirt and yank him into the room. Glancing around, all I could say was 'what the fuck'. Putting my hands up to my head, I then mutter “I gotta piss”. As I make it to the toilet, standing there looking down, it was. Unfortunately that hadn’t been the case, as Lisa believed that anything other than straight missionary position was perverse. But eventually I had managed to get Lisa to give and accept oral sex and she had one night after a few glasses of wine agreed to be on top and ride my cock. When this was happening she clearly enjoyed it and had screamed for me to fuck her hard and one night she had told me about how she used to fantasise about girls and dirt sex. Yet the next day when she had sobered up. ........bring placed, face down on the desk.......hips flexed at the edge, feet on the floor, legs parted..........'do not move, my Katie - you did well, asking me to stop when you did..........'I heard what sounded like a belt being unbuckled - oh no! Surely he wasn't going to beat me now..?? I began to feel really scared.....But no, I could feel him close to me....his body leaning forward over the length of me........oh this felt so good.......a thought flashed through my mind - I would so. " "Let me change clothes. You know how much I hate being in my work clothes." Of course Sandy did. That was an essential part of the plan. Sandy followed Janie to her bedroom. Janie undressed while Sandy chattered. Sandy watched as Janie unbuttoned her stylish office dress and stepped out of it, then removed her panty hose with an audible sigh. When she unhooked her bra, her large breasts flopping free, Sandy called out to Davy, who she knew would be waiting just outside the door. Davy.