One was memorable. A very nice man and I made each other cum while we were dancing in the dark only 10 feet from his unsuspecting wife. I have an exhi...bitionist strain.Number 99 was a ski bum half my age. The sex was good, but flawed by the fact that I paid for dinner – and the shit-head charged me for a ski lesson. I mean really! So, I was looking for something a little special for number 100. I was still keeping books for Robert and Devin, living in the little adobe hut in the hotel/restaurant. " She got a wide eyed look in her eyes and she jumped off the hammock. She held out her hand. I took it. She led me into the house and upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as I got in the door she pushed me against the door, reaching around to lock it. She began kissing me again. She kissed me from my lips to my jawline, to my neck and to my shoulders then back again. She started taking off my dress. As soon as my dress dropped, I tore hers off her. She pushed me back onto the bed. The only thing I. "Ok boys, let's get to it. Ron, turn around and face the bottom of the bed." While Ron was turning, Marion reached into her suitcase and pulled out four sets of handcuffs. She also had two pieces of rope. She then told the boys to place their hand on the middle of their backs, and attached handcuffs to each. She then tied one end of a rope to the handcuffs, and pulled their arms forward towards their neck. She then wrapped the rope around their right shoulder down their chest, and back out from. I knew instantly that I would follow him wherever he led, just for the chance to feel those hands on my skin. He could be an axe murderer, I cautioned myself. My rational side was muzzled by a libido that would not be denied. He signed his name and collected his purchases, stepping aside and turning toward the door. I wanted to call out to him, to tell him to wait for me, but my voice stuck in my throat. The clerk nudged my shoulder to get my attention, and I hastily attended to my transaction.