Passed registration. I left the cool hall of the airport-the heat, a hot southern wind smelled at me. Beauty!I already had a car waiting for me. Some ...ancient Fiat Panda. The driver is a man, a handsome such, dark-skinned southerner, about forty years old, probably. Of course, he spoke something to me in his own language, but I did not understand anything at all. But I sat down in a wheelbarrow and we went. We drove long enough, then the road went somewhere to the mountains, then everything got. He crawled around between her scissored legs, leaned down over her, lined himself up with her gorgeous young body. But then her hand was snaking back up and curling around his bloated cock. She began jacking him off again. And her free hand came up to cup and caress the dangling hairy sac of his balls."Lisa, no! Oh God!" he groaned, and he stared down helplessly at the tight grip of her fingers on his aching cock. He was between her legs now, ready to bear down and cram his prick into the. I grabbed out a pair of cuffs and slapped them on her wrists, making her cry out. Using the cuffs I tossed her to the floor and slapped another pair on her ankles. I tore off a strip of book tape about three feet long and wrapped it around her head a couple of times, so she couldn’t yell anymore. Hell, she’s lucky she could breathe. I picked her up like a sack of potatoes and tossed her onto the leather couch.I stepped into the hall, walked back three doors and tried the one on the left. It. Not since before the first of our three children was born. We had been driving and in and out of the car as we looked at some sites and shopped some stores since we left the Inn around 7 am that day. We were hot, sweaty, and acting like two young lovebirds all day. Now all we could think about was getting it on with each other.My wife opened the door and teased me by telling me, "If I want some, you better grab a blanket."Without hesitating, I reached into the back seat and made a mess of.