My body felt used, violated, and yet more alive than ever before. I was soaked in sweat, moaning loudly and pushing back against his cock as he stretc...hed my ass. It was so bad, so wilful, to be there, on my hands and knees on the floor of a hotel room with this man fucking my ass. Light from streetlamps came in through the window, casting slanting shadows across the room. I could hardly see it. I felt so focused on one thing; on the feel of his body against mine; his voice; his taunts; the. . hah! ... a pawnshop chock full of old guitars and the owner had not a clue that a 1952 Fender Telecaster with case, would be worth a fortune ... same thing with a 1951 Precision Bass in white with a hardshell case. I saw a fairly good Bassman in tan ... and a very nice one also in tan. Both had numbers on the dashboard and a master volume control ... early Fenders."Tell me about the amps?" I asked."Can't without the whole story, you got time?" The owner was purebred Wisconsin but I understood. “What?” I asked giving her a raised eyebrow kind of look as a wide grin spread across her face. Her eyes met mine and flashed down to the couch, then back to me. I looked down at the couch and saw my Dad’s PentH magazine staring back at me with a volumptuous, fake titted model spread eagle on the cover. I dropped the radio and jumped for the magazine, but she was to fast. She snatched it up before I was even close and clutched it against her chest. “Oh my god, is this your…were you?” She. He does custom jobs for me and every time I've ordered one it's been better than the last." Very nice" Jeanne agreed "You'll have to give me the web address later. But enough pleasantries, we only have a few hours before our reservation for dinner, so let's get started."Bayonetta nodded. "I thought you'd never ask."As Bayonetta retrieved the paint can she'd set down earlier Jeanne sat on the large leather couch to the side of the room. She wrapped her hands around her thighs and pulled her legs.