Even the old vintage television set was broken and the surly motel clerk showed no signs of replacing it anytime soon or even moving her to another ro...m with a working one. Or a room where the faucets didn't also leak and the electric heater was only barely putting out enough warmth to be felt a few feet away, at most. She couldn't go anywhere else. In fact she was quite surprised that her nearly maxed out credit card had enough available balance to allow her to check into this flea-bag motel. Not thinking about it I only put on my gym shorts. I went into the living room where mom was and we had our normal afternoon routine. After eating dinner we sat down to watch tv. Mid ways through the movie we selected I dozzed off, as I woke up later on I could feel that my cock had grew hard while sleeping. As I stood up it had totally slipped my mind that I was only wearing gym shorts. I instantly looked down as it hit me and my nine inch cock was forming a tent in my gym shorts. I looked. I had been a dozen or so by this point and was just expecting a quick BJ in my car before going home! At this point I had never fucked a hooker, just gotten head, so when this blonde slightly chubby prostitute offered to blow me and fuck me for the price of a BJ I jumped at it! It was mid-afternoon when I picked her up and it was summer, so she took me to a wooded area and we ventured in. She was wearing a short white mini skirt, no panties (she had flashed me as I drove by her!), white tube. Samantha described Marty in a letter to Henry as a tall, strong, laughing man. He had been a college footballer and still kept himself fit. He was considered by their firm to be top class. "I'm sorry you weren't able to vet him, sweetie, but I know you would approve. We must arrange a get together as soon as we can after you get back from playing goodies and baddies."Henry hoped she was right. He found it odd that she had never mentioned a growing romance in any of her earlier letters. He just.