She was going to the Holiday Inn room number 102 to meet her lover. I knew that they planned to be there all day and she was to come back in the eveni...g around 5. That was not going to happen; we were going to meet in another half an hour. I got into my car, which was pretty much all that I owned now and drove down to the Holiday Inn. Calmly I knocked on the door of room 102. It was Dennis who opened the door and he was taken aback to see me instead of the room-delivery that he was expecting. I. There was no way for us not to be hated. In Lavilia, they hated us because we were Nax. It didn’t really bother them until General Covar came into power. Now the word Nax was pretty much synonymous with walking corpse. In the Mor Republic, where we were headed to if we got selected, they will hate us for being members of the despicable gender: female. The Mors did not treat any females with respect at all. Their own women were like semi-slaves anyway but they were willing to let us Nax settle,. Noting this, I lowered my hand and flipped it over with my palm facing out and up. I began to curl my finger and started searching for the opening of her shorts. The back of my curled up fingers made contact with the back of her freshly shaven thigh. The soft warm sensation sending shocks to the tip of my cock. I slowly moved my hand up in hopes that she stayed distracted. She did. After moving up an inch or so, I felt it. The bottom crease created by the meeting of her thigh and the bottom of. ’ *** ‘Are you having a good birthday weekend so far?’ I was on my back about two inches from the door, with Shane rooted snugly inside me. His shirt hadn’t made it off, and mine had only made it as far as my forearms, where he wrapped it around several times, binding them together. ‘It would be better if you’d let me come.’ ‘Soon.’ He nestled into my neck, sucking the sweat-laden skin. ‘I want to make sure you’re okay first. You’ve sounded so sad this week.’ ‘Your brand of sex therapy is.