I had made a few arrangements in advance to ensure that everything went smoothly. I had a few surprises up my sleeve and had wrote them down and place... them in envelopes that I would give Jen as the time came. We got to the hotel and checked in. The room was a nice big room with a great view of the main street. While Jen was in the bathroom I placed a hidden camera in the corner of the room and had a quick look to see if it was streaming live to my phone and it was. I then placed an envelope on. Busy night?" I asked, knowing full well I had the upper hand in whatever may follow.She was shocked, to say the least, but didn't give anything away, to her credit, but I had to confront her. I told her what I saw, told her I saw everything she did, and she panicked, running to me and begging me to keep her secret, almost incoherent, but she wasn't drunk.I knew I had an opportunity here: she was a slut, clear as day, and I'd be a fool not to capitalise on it, but I couldn't do it to my friend.. He surprised me, and excited me, when he pulled my hair, pulling my head back, and said "are you our little fuck toy slut?" "yes" I moaned.He put his other hand on my throat, squeezing slightly. "I liked fucking your throat, slut! You will do that again! You want it, don't you?" His thrusts growing more violent as he spoke. "Yes, I do" I managed to squeak out. Tammy watched as my cock swung under me, Jake's forceful thrusts causing it to swing wildly. He put his other hand at the back of my. We chatted a few minutes and he asked if I was interested in having some lunch. I agreed and we met at a local sports bar and had a few beers and found that we enjoyed each other’s company. He told me that he had a workshop behind his garage and wanted to know if I would like to see it. Well, I was a bit nervous and said “maybe at a later date”. We exchanged cell numbers and he went home and I went back to the office. That evening I got a text from him saying how much he enjoyed meeting me. I.