“How far from the Gulf are you, Jack?” she typed innocently during a chat.“Oh, about a quarter mile, why do you ask?” I replied, wondering how...she knew about my proximity to the water. Did I screw up and inadvertently give up information? It didn’t matter as I was divorced as was she, according to her.Paula typed back, “Well, I think I may have seen you playing guitar at one of the casinos a few days ago. I remember a guy that looked like your avatar in a nice blue shirt, playing a red guitar. The excruciatingly beautiful feeling made me moan loudly, and this seemed to stir him on. He released them and grabbed my hips, guiding my rhythm to the one he wanted. All the time he was softly talking to me, calling me names and saying how good I felt on his cock, how my pussy was like velvet, and so on. His speed increased, and soon he reached a climax, and I swear I felt his condom fill with his cum as he erupted. I had come to, in my fashion, and my skirt felt sticky against my stockinged. “Even so,” Vanessa said, “we’re leaving nothing to chance.” She reached to the desktop, which Jared realised had become a repository for all kinds of helpful items, presumably during his bathroom interlude with Jaylee. Her hand found a plastic tube which she unscrewed, squiring cream into her hands. “Let’s soothe that poor butt of yours … while you enjoy some entertainment. We got a show all lined up, haven’t we, Cherry?”Her sable-skinned counterpart smiled, one of those bare lightly-muscled. He told me that quite a few of the drivers, especially the ones from overseas who were away from their families for days on end, who overnighted often liked a woman’s touch in their cab so to speak and he had set up a little sideline. I asked him what he meant by woman’s touch and he told me some of them just want the cab cleaned and spruced up while they get a shower and their meal and some of them ask for a little more but that was purely down to the girls.“Girls?” I asked him. He told me.