Pam motioned for me to come over to her car. I stepped over to the passenger’s side window and leaned in. Pam was wearing her tennis outfit, which ...xposed quite a bit of her long legs and beautiful thighs. Her pleated skirt was bunched up and it didn’t take much for me to realize she was again sans panties. “Whatcha up to?” Pam asked as I leaned in the window of her car. “Finishing up some yard work,” I replied. “Do you feel like some tennis?” Pam asked. As she spoke, she twirled a lone. Except for a few rare cases, building AC was more than enough to keep the gear cool, even under a full load. Most just had a UPS in each rack to keep things up long enough for a generator to spin up and come online. Those without generators setup the automatic shutdown processes for the servers and disks. Given what I knew from my time with Robert, he knew his tech. He definitely had something else in the works, which he had kept close to his chest, when Paul ousted him.Paul’s staff must have. We spent the first two nights in the truck. I don't think it's possible to shake a semi; but we really did try.The third night, I wanted to sleep in a real bed, so we stayed in a Quality Inn Motel in the town of Gallup, New Mexico, about twenty miles from the Arizona border.We followed our usual routine; I booked the room, Bill went in to shower while I did my workout in the back of the parking lot and then I came in to take my shower. I was just finishing up, getting ready for a wild night. My desire to orgasm disappears, it was right there.“Oh, my pretty little cunt. What is wrong? I thought you were going to cum.” he taunts.I want him so badly. I want to feel his hard cock inside of me, to feel his skin on mine. I try to express this. But all I can do is mumble and drool on the red underwear in my mouth. I imagine his wife wearing these underwear her voluptuous body and perky tits. So hot. I then wish that she was here too.The three of us had been together before. She had gone.