You seem to be good at this. Now make your way to the Day&Night Hotel inWestvillage, Go to Room 267. Take a photo of the room door and send itvia text... This has to be done by 8.00pm. You know what happens if youfail to complete the instruction.I looked at the time on my phone. My phone told me it was 19:22. I hadto hurry as Westvillage was a bit of a longer walk. Westvillage was alsothe more cosmopolitan area of the city, slightly similar to the Sohoarea in London. I picked up the holdall,. ..and she was pretty sure her Dad had seenit too. Perhaps the only thing that prevented him from tossing the guyout was the fact that he knew Aiden was more than capable of taking careof herself.And if she was going to be honest with herself, knowing she caused suchan obvious reaction in a boy gave her a delightful little thrill. Shewasn't planning on jumping in the sack with him by the end of the night,but the knowledge that she turned him on felt nice and kind ofempowering. It had also been. But they weren’t – at forty-five and forty-six, they were still young, fit, healthy. It was weird. They had more time, more money and were too tired to make the effort to do the things that they had promised each other ‘when the house was theirs again’. Top of that list was sex. ‘Maybe tonight, heheheh, maybe for desert!’ Lisa thought with a grin. It was only when she was done with everything else that she got the dogs to go outside. Then she saw the snow. At least six inches of white stuff.. Russ moved in behind her and in a spoon configuration they were soon ready.I made myself into a better position and ad the camera pointing at her tiny bum hole as his cock prodded at her lightly brown smeared opening.He pushed hard and she in turn, pushed against him. His cock was rock solid and the shaft was a very dark purple as all the blood from his gorgeous bell end was being forced into as the opening was simply too tight.“Push!” she yelled “No rubber! Just use my hole, use all of me..