” I was still just sober enough to at least put up some fake resistance.“Oh, come on, you don’t have to fuck anyone. Just have a drink and some ...un. Look around how it’s like there. You surely can’t be THAT pussy-whipped, can you?”Well, that hurt and there was only one possible answer to that challenge. “Okay, let’s go.” And I had to admit that I’d always been curious. That’s the one street you didn’t visit in Aachen. But of course, I’d heard a lot of rumors. Everybody seemed to know something. By 9pm, I was at the Hotel Marquis, heading toward the lobby. There was an older woman, probably mid-forties, standing behind the counter as I arrived at the desk.“Do you have something for Simone Bradley?” I asked.The woman looked in my direction and raised her eyebrow. She obviously knew why I was here.“One moment please,” she said, turning and walking away.She returned a minute later with an envelope and handed it over to me.“Thanks,” I said and walking away from the desk.Opening the. At first I protested a little. Iwasn't sure what to expect, but I had an idea. He pulled my ass up intothe air and went to the end of the bed. He smacked me hard on the assand I jumped. He rubbed his hands across my ass. "Tell me you wantit," he said. I was hesitant and shaking as I did as I was told,"Please, fuck me baby." With that he pulled my panties aside, there itis again "MY" panties, and slowly slid his hard manhood into me. Icould feel it penetrating deep inside me. At first. I couldn’t help but occasionally stare at his boxer shorts, his nice bulge excited my inner slut, but my face still showed shock. “Well, I never thought I would walk into my own kitchen and see this.” Said Dan, staring me up and down. I stayed silent, what could I say that would make this situation any better?“I knew you guys were fucking but this isn’t exactly what I imagined.” He paused slightly before adding, “You two aren’t exactly the quiet types, especially when I walk past your.