Uh huh ... He even threatened to call the cops on us and called us snot-nosed brats."The manager winced painfully."Yes, Daddy. We're leaving now, Dadd...."By this time we were in the parking lot, heading for the SUV. Joan said, "Yes, Daddy" again and handed the phone to Johnny.Johnny confirmed what Joan had said and then after listening to Michael said, "Yes, Sir. That's right. Understood. Later, Dad." He hung up and gave the phone back to Joan. Then he opened the door for us and turned to the. You can always rub off later,' I thought.... So we watched as the girl was joined with two others in her cell, one was holding something like a broken broom handle. I sat up a bit straighter putting more pressure on his cock and lifted my hand from my thigh leaving a bit more of my leg showing. His hand sort of fell on my leg as he adjusted himself... it was a bolt of lightning to my pussy, I gasped. "You okay?" Robert asked. "Just made me jump... I'm ok." Better than ok, he kept his hand. Wisely the architects and hotel owners had preserved the look and feel of the veranda where breakfast was served. The bougainvillea remained, and the wicker tables and chairs as well. Best of all, on our first morning we discovered the coffee and croissants and omelettes were as good or better than I remembered.We had a three-bedroom suite. One bedroom for Sarah and Fred and me, one for Harper and Julian, and a third for Amy and the “little one,” a nickname she hated, Allison. She wasn’t that. Then you got to take sides. Too much trouble for me. Mercy fucking, man, this is a bad deal. We were at the club, when a new couple arrived. My wife was hot for the guy, I told her this couple has issues, the guy was a nice looking guy, the girl, was a 3 bagger, one bag for you, one bag for her and the third for the dog. Its clear they come here so he can fuck hot women. My wife pouted, when I said no way, her pouting bugs the shit out of me, so I attempted the dreaded mercy fuck, this guys.