Oh, how fortuitous.I silently placed the truck into gear and steered across the divided roadway and into the parking lot of the hotel. Bailey didn’t...say a word.“Wait here,” I instructed, as I exited my truck and sauntered into the hotel lobby.The clerk was a middle-aged woman and she asked if she could help me.“One room, king-size,” I said, surrendering my driver’s license and a credit card for her to use and register me. I signed the guest registration form, and she handed me back a card key. Even though Angel had allowed the bellman to take part of his tip as a blowjob & a couple of days later let a room service waiter fuck her as part of his tip she was not yet fully satisfied about having strange guys fuck her. She still wanted a good gangbang.There was a tattoo shop about a block from our hotel that we passed a # of times so Angel saidshe would like to go there to get a touchup on her little fish tattoo near her pussy. As usual she wasNOT wearing panties under her dress (nor a. As the sun set, we knew it was time to clean up and get ready to go to dinner. I had already fucked my wife that day when we returned to the room for lunch. I wanted to fuck her again before we had dinner. She was feeling frisky, so it did not take much to convince her to strip down and spread her legs for me. After our little fuck session, we showered together and got dressed. There was a knock at the door. We looked at each other slightly puzzled. She went over, and opened the door to find. ’ ‘Yeah, sure,’ Rod said. ‘I heard what he said. I can’t drink and I gotta stay away from my wife and kids, and from that fucker on the Sheriff’s Department who’s been screwing my wife, right?’ ‘Yes, and you have to check in personally at the Highway Patrol office at seven in the morning and six at night,’ his lawyer said. ‘And no drinking! That’s important.’ Rod walked out of the back door of the courthouse and got into his pickup truck. ‘Where the fuck am I going to go?’ he wondered. Then a.