Startled, he firmly replies, “Of course not!”“Oh, come on!” Jeff pleads.Jeff’s radiant eyes melt his heart. Realizing he wants to too, “No...one can know. Can you keep a secret?”“What’s the big deal? But, yeah I can keep a tight lid on it.”Having second thoughts, “Are you sure?”“Yeah! Now get your bizatch moving,” tough words said in a caring tone.Taking off his bikini in front of Jeff in his bathroom seemed so different from shedding his clothes at Black’s Beach. It felt so natural there, but so. The motel innkeeper was from India and he kept his small clean motel busy by running his own porno films after 10:00 pm at night till 5:00 am in the morning on a special channel ! One midweek evening I checked in late about 9:00 and at the same time an attractive couple drove up beside and checked in the room beside me. As I walked to the ice machine retrieving a coke and ice for a late night drink , the husband came up beside and mentioned that he and his wife chose the old motel for the. Then he rammed it in me. Tears went down my eyes in pain. He took long hard strokes in me. He got faster and faster my pussy felt like it was on fire. It hurt so much. Blood was running down my legs on to the bed. Please stop. I will do anything, just please stop fucking me! I cried. Anything? He grinned. He took off the hand cuffs and turned me around so my head was facing the mattress. He smacked my ass hard several times. I could tell it left a mark. Lets see how tight your ass is. My eyes. Ed hated Interstates with a passion and that's why they went south on the old roads.Monday June 14th:They left St Johns, Michigan and headed south through Lansing, to Jackson and then across the Ohio border and on to Bryan, Ohio. From Bryan they continued south to Van Wert, Eaton and on into Cincinnati. They crossed the river into Kentucky and drove another half hour to 914 Camel Crossing, Alexandria, KY.They stayed at the Claryville Inn, a bed and breakfast just off old US 27. The local.