There were fewer traffic lights on that one as compared to Fourth. Just to start a conversation, I asked her, “So where did you go to school?”“I...’m Barnard, class of ‘56.”I was impressed. Barnard was a women’s university in Manhattan, closely affiliated with Columbia. Damn, she’s Ivy League.“That’s pretty awesome, I’d say.”She replied, “Well, don’t they call your school the Harvard of the Proletariat?”I was kind of proud of that. “Yes, they sure do. However, the campus is, well, run-down now.”“I. "OK, honey. Hurry home. I love you." I will sweetheart. Bye"I hoped she noticed I didn't say I love you when I signed off.At 11:00 that evening I went down to the motel office and found a young man alone on duty. I was glad about that as a female clerk might refuse to do what I wanted. After a little friendly conversation while we were alone I asked the young man if he would like to make $100. Knowing that his pay wasn't the greatest a hundred dollars might be a good incentive for him to. She got shocked and gave out a loud shout. I stopped for a while and looked at her. She opened her eyes, came up to me and kissed my lips and asked me to give her a hard fuck. I pushed her back on the bed, she smiled and spread her legs raising them to the air.I wasted no time and gave her a solid hard fuck and rammed in her with full force. As she started moaning and screaming loudly I covered her mouth with my hands and fucked even harder. She was loving every bit of it and we were sweating. Maybe he had been wrong to hire him.That afternoon his phone rang, and when he answered it the voice said, “Morgan? Hi it’s me, Blake. How are you?”Morgan let out a sigh of relief and exasperation. “God, Blake, I’m fine. What about you? What’s going on?”Blake said, “Nothing, I’m fine. Look, you said I could bring my things to wash. Would today be Okay?”Morgan said, “Of course. Do you have a way to get here?”Blake said, “Yeah, I still have a couple dollars left. You also said you’d have more.