When she doesn’t move, I slide my hand over her bum and down to her bare thigh – her frock is deliciously short! That’s better! Don’t even think of trying anything. Grinning, I slowly force my new honey to turn to the side so the fat man gets a good view of my fingers playing with her wet pussy. Her whole body stiffens. Turning, I wave to the fat man who is staring out the window. Excellent reaction. Put the suit on.”
When she comes out, shivering from the air conditioner blasting us nearby, I nod appreciatively at the ill-fitting, too tight suit. I think he’s slobbering. My finger searches the soft mound. Pressing it hard against the girl’s side I whisper, “We get off at the next stop honey.”
Her body trembles and shakes in fear as I poke her with my knife. At home all I get is Chinese girls. Nice. The innkeeper just read his newspaper. I don’t care. The room had a capacity of 100 but, 30 minutes before I was to start, there were