GPS didn't exist we navigated by map back then.I plotted out a path to get there. Once I got to that location itappeared to be an old motel which had... been converted to small businesses.I remember Lydia's was on one end with a State Farm insurance office inthe next "room" over.I thought that I am safe no matter what happens next. I'm 1700 milesfrom home, nobody I know is going to see me or know what I am going todo. I took a deep breath or two and got out.As I stood out of my rental car. Dee looked at the mirror again and saw the contrast between her white skin and the dark man inside her cunt. The image started Dee on her first orgasm. "OH! MY GOD! That's right! Fuck me! Fuck me! Push it hard! Don't stop!" Dee screamed. Her chest was heaving up against her black lover, pressing her breasts and sensitive nipples flat. The man on top stopped and rolled Dee over on top. Vic traded places with the man whose penis she was sucking. She was doggie fucking with a complete stranger. Six inches I believe, although I haven’t measured it since high school. And not a drop of pre-cum yet. Just my hands stroking the length of my average but, I will admit, very hard cock, as I capture each move on the computer screen. I don’t have any lube in my office. It isn’t like I jack off here every day. But I do have a small sample-sized bottle of Aveeno hand cream, for those cold winter days when my hands are as dry as the Sahara. I look in the top drawer of my desk and there it is. I. When it reached seventy-five strokes, I quit. I don’t want anyone to get killed.”Then to the slaves she said, “And you get the great joy of administering the punishment. Clear?”“It is very clear,” Christy said. Holding herself up as straight as possible, she cupped her tits in her hands and said, “I remember vividly the first time I met you, Mistress. On that occasion I told Mistress Barbara that if you were to cut off my sagging bags, it would be no loss. Darling Paula, you nearly did. I.