We went to the room with a bed and soon I found myself getting blown. I would have settled for her mouth but her husband asked my to fuck her so on we...nt the rubber and soon we were fucking. I took it out and blew my load on her tits. After I was done, I got dressed and left the room where I noticed a few guys were lined up and the. Another guy went in. Not bad for a Monday....for Tuesday, I figured no way, it would be as good. It was pretty dead at both stores after that and I drifted between. "Good driving, Bethany. We could've been KILLED!!" Mike screamed from the passenger seat."Hey, lay off her, " replied Chris, "We made it through OK, didn't we? Is anybody hurt? No."I was so scared that my lazy brain could barely make my heavy chest take in the sweet oxygen around me. We slowed the car down and took the next three gradual curves with no problems, no fish-tails, skids, or spins on this god-forsaken fresh gravel. I quickly began to relax. Then I realized I could talk again."Hey,. Grasping her right wrist he held it against her pillow, placing a restraint, around it with his other hand. Then repeated with her left wrist. The restraints attached to ropes she'd placed under the mattress months ago, ropes that her boyfriend had initially been shocked by then forgotten clean about. She now laid, wrists held firmly by soft cuffs above her head, this mystery figure sat across her waist. Covers just brushing the underside of her polka dotted dressed tits. She felt him surveying. She had a strong voice too, but with a surprisingly sensuous edge.Brigitte agreed that she knew the man. She added he was the husband of her best friend. This made the woman click her tongue. She added a soft oh-la-la. Then she asked if this was a place for men to take their maitresses to. Brigitte thought about this, but no. Although it was a favourite hangout for corporate types, she didn't think so. But yes, she had to agree, this definitely wasn't Cédric's wife. She definitely wasn't his.