I pick up your weekend bag and take your hand and make you follow me. We walk for about 5 minutes and come to a flight of stairs that halfway down hav... a glass walled part which can be seen by people passing by. I get you to stand there looking out of the glass and come up behind out pull your skirt up open your legs and start fucking you reaching round with one hand to play with your hard sensitive nipples. I will fuck you until you're just about to orgasm then I will stop put my cock away. ." she barked from behind the closed door as I heard the toilet flush, "I'd better see that money you promised right there on the nightstand or it's going to be a long lonely night for you! You'd better have that cash whipped out and ready to go, or else nothing else will get whipped out ... and I'll be back on that street corner!"Huh? Now where did that come from? Sure I'd made the snarky comment that only prostitutes and their johns ever came to this hot-sheet no-tell motel, but I hadn't. She was late 30s early 40s and widowed from ken her husband who she had worked for in the accounts department before she married him and had been 30 years younger than him.He had died of a heart attack whilst at work and the rumour was he had been fuck ing her over the desk at the time.. After about 10 minutes the phone rang on Kirsty desk and I was told I could go in.Mrs brooks was standing looking out the window when I walked in and she looked over her shoulder as I said I were told to come. After numerous repetitions of his previous movement, Doug lowered his lips to my gasping parted lips and kissed them gently. Softly Doug muttered 'see this is how good pussy should be treated. Damn your ass feel like a velvet glove clutching my dick'. I could feel my anal muscle gripping Doug's massive cock shaft, as his cock head rotate inside my bowels like a huge ball brushing across my inner sphincter muscle ring as it struggle to keep from admitting him entrance to my inner sanctum. Doug.