This certainly was not rehearsed but the show had to go on. Lilly made like she was really leaning into her work and used her left hand so the audienc...’s view was unencumbered. Bent over, she focused with determination on my ass to impress the onlookers while grabbing me by the throat, choking, slowly turning me so everyone could see her hand pushed into my butt crack. You’d think she was pulling a calf out of cow the way she was going at it. Thank heaven’s her magic was allowing me to endure. After she had screamed out a chorus of oaths and praises and prayers in her Jamaican patois, Bobby's cock was as hard as a cold steel chisel. He moved forward aiming his cock for her well lubricated tunnel and drove into her like a piston, pushing her over the edge once more.Bobby eased up on his thrusting, knowing what his lover liked to do next."I love you, Bobby," she whimpered, and then using her tight muscles rolled them over giving her the dominant position. Bobby was still lodged deep. Then came a religious service. I don't remember how long it was or what denomination it espoused. After the service we filed past a poor box, I dropped my nickel and a couple of pennies in, and down a set of stairs. There was a huge basement area where we shuffled up to a counter and got our food. The minister and volunteers then led us in singing hymns. Once we had finished eating and singing, the mattresses that were stacked against one wall were spread out to cover the floor. There were. This story is about one weekend where i went on a night out with some of the lads. We are all over 40 and most are single/divorced. I was set to share a room with a chap called Pete, a couple of years younger than me but a fairly good player. The night out came and went without incident and as we were in Manchester ended with a little lap dancing. Back at the Travelodge we started to undress for bed chatting about the night and feeling fairly pissed. I am no prude and have no problem with male.