Then reality set in. What was I doing? I am average size, average looking, 40 something year old white guy with a passion for sucking cock particularl...y of men of color. I had just invited a big strong black guy who was 20 years my junior to my motel room and whom I knew nothing about and whom I had had a two-minute conversion with. Giving a blow-job in a bookstore or at a rest area was one thing, but inviting someone I hadn’t even met before was another. Would he rob me, hurt me, be satisfied. " You got it slut," Jamie said.I started running as soon as I saw her twitch. I was in it for the long haul so I just kept up with her for the first half hour. She was starting to falter as I knew she would. I kept up the same pace as before but I noticed I was pulling ahead. I was ready to quit myself when I saw the restaurant come into view. We had been out less than an hour, so I figure we had gone no more than eight miles. It would be a respectable distance even at Church Camp, but we ran. Out of instinct, I went down and started kissing her ear and down over her hickey covered neck. As I was doing this I suddenly realised I could feel the movements of Sid's cock in her throat. She really was having her throat fucked.With a grunt, "That's fantastic, Angie," Sid gasped. He started to move faster, and then cried out gasping, "Here it comes, Angie." He pushed in and held her head tight against him squashing her nose against his hairy potbelly. "Ugh!"Then I witnessed Sid's cock throb. “Oh yes, just wait.”He said and looked for something near the small desk. It was his wallet. He took out few notes from it.“Don’t mind but just take it. It’s an honorarium for doing such things. Two thousand are not much money. Even you deserve more for your sweet ass.” He handed the money to her.“But sir, I’m not a whore.”“I know, don’t mind it. It’s just a gift to make happy the money woman after using her precious things. I told you sometimes I teach women practically. They mostly want to.