We went down another wide hallway. I grew hard watching the sway of the blonde’s sweet ass. We arrived at a door with the plaque reading ‘Lodge Ro...om’ and they pulled me through a door.The room we entered was a sharp contrast to the rest of the building I had seen. It appeared to be a room in a rustic lodge in the Canadian Rockies. The walls simulated log construction, trophy heads hung about, through sheer curtains the windows look out upon a moonlit forest. There was a canopy bed with a big,. “You can touch it! If you want.”Jason’s voice broke May’s reverie.“What?”“You’re staring at my cock. Go on and touch it!”May was outraged. She had encountered her share of weirdos riding the bus. But this guy took the cake. She scowled up at the Black man. Her eyes drifted back down to the bulge in his jeans. She wondered if it was as big as the cocks she dreamed about.Most nights, she would lay next to her snoring husband fingering her pussy and dreamed. She fantasized about cocks of all sizes. Okay, now he has my interest."Depends on what game you are trying to watch," I reply."No, not me, I hate sports," he says shaking his head. "It's for the wife, she loves football, and she can get pretty loud, with the screaming and yelling," Marshall says shaking his head like a bobblehead doll."Well there are two down the road, but I think the best football bar is the farthest straight down on the left. Mackies I think its called," I tell him walking past his door. "Where do you go?" Marshall. I was stretched out before him naked as he stepped back to check me over.‘You are a beautiful woman. A vision as anyone can see, but for those that look closer, they will see what I see. You are a caterpillar within a cocoon waiting to break free as a lovely butterfly. Your eyes show a purity about you. I also can tell you are vulnerable and unsure, but behind that, I see strength; a strength that will help you in this business.’He said all of those things as he walked around me. He seemed to.