"Finally we arrived at the motel. 'The Digger's Retreat', a shabby place, but it looked clean enough for our purposes. We booked a room, I shouted the...money, and we sprinted off to the numbered door. When we got there I was ripping clothes off my body. Cynthia ran directly for the bed and dived right in, curling up the sheets as she pulled off her jeans.I tossed the paper bag of lube and condoms on to the bed beside her and finished stripping down. She finished undressing before me and so she. ” The voice sounded apologetic.“What? Your supposedly impregnable vault was walked into, and all that was taken was MY eleven locker contents? I suppose they had keys to that as well?”“No, sir. Your lockers had the locks drilled out. It seems that they didn’t have keys to these.”“But how did they know which lockers to target?” He was furious. “The lockers are simply numbered, aren’t they?”“Yes, sir. We don’t understand that. It is puzzling.”“I think someone is targeting me and my possessions. I. Daddy held me very tight, and whispered, “I love you, Misty.”Our eyes were still locked together. I moaned, “It was so wonderful, daddy. I love you with all my heart.”We stayed there, holding each other tightly, until daddy’s cock got soft and slipped out of my cunt. I was very sorry to feel it slide out of me. I loved the feeling of being completely full of daddy’s dick, and the thick shaft stretching the muscles around my pussy hole. I wished we could just stay locked together with him inside. He pressed the button to speak live with the sissy. “Hi,” purred Mouse.“Hey! I’m D. I’m come over and fuck the shit outta you,” the mature man opined.“I’d love that,” beamed the trap.“Good! Take my number and text me the address. I can be on the way in fifteen minutes.”“Awesome! I’ll get ready.”“See you in a few, bitch!”Duval and Mouse hung up the phone.Mouse ran into the bathroom and started the shower. The effeminate guy washed off quickly since he had douched before getting on the chat line..