She was practically howling at this point. Anyone walking outside the hotel room door could hear her. “Fuck me, please fuck me,” she begged. “I ...eed you inside of me right now.” “Not yet,” I replied. “It’s been several days for me and I won’t last very long the way you are howling.” “Please!” she begged again. I ignored her pleas and continued to bath her pussy with my tongue. A second finger went inside of her and she once again cried out in ecstasy. My cock was fully swollen now. I wanted. The strand broke and Julia allowed me to remove her thong. She grabbed a handful of my hair, traced precum across my forehead and said, “Do it, coucksuckerwhore!”I could not help it. I was being forced and doing this to save my family. I let Julia ram the 9 inches of black meat down my throat and I almost threw up. The last time I had had a few drinks, but this time I was sober and I tasted her cock meat. It tasted like crotch, a faint muskiness of piss and pre-cum, a faint saltiness of sweat .. Apparently they feel safe in letting you leave without a room check when they have your credit card info to bill any surprises to. I left the key card in the room, went down the back stairs to my bike and got my gear stashed for the long ride out to the house and then did a quick trip over to the IHOP for one last breakfast.Smiling Mila was my waitress this morning, and the smile was wide the entire time. I'm not sure I saw her actually wait on anyone else while I was there either, though I. What a wild erotic story when you look back at it. She was outrageously naive. In the beginning Bobby convinced her, these guys came here to pay for her pills so she could get back her normal life. But reality was there were only false pills and no bills. She was just a scrupulously, beautiful, whore for Bobby. Jamal had knocked her up and Bobby kept her that way for many reasons, but one was definitely to profit from here condition. What a grand deception Bobby had pulled off. As I looked at.