.. whatever its name is."Right now, Sam, I think we ought to maybe find a motel."The noise made conversation difficult. Sam wasn't certain he'd heard ...what he thought he'd heard. "Did you say you want to go back to your hotel?" Now, Sam, you know that's not what I said." Are you sure you haven't had too much to drink?" Sam asked.Madeleine burst out laughing. "Wicks, you're a trip. I weigh 137 pounds. Do you really think a big girl like me can lose her inhibitions and get corrupted against her. This is bullshit.None of my business? You’ve got a real smart mouth on you, Suppose I just slapped your face good. What would you do? And before you answer you better think real hard because the wrong answer will get you fired. And, you will never find another job in this mall after I blackball you. Now, what would you do?The bitch had me over a barrel. If I did not let her slap me there goes my son’s money. Damn. I’m fucked.I’m waiting for an answer.Nothing.Nothing what?Nothing, I would do. I wanted to go late in the afternoon (for obvious reasons) but told him it was for taking pictures of scenery. He picked me up at 4 and I made it very clear that I was in no hurry to get there. During the drive (I’d dressed light and loose) I had him stop a few places but made sure I was putting on a little show just for him. My skirt was long but had a slit up one side, almost to my ass, and he did quite a bit of looking. I’d purposefully worn a white garter belt and nude nylons along with. Brandy spun around to look for herself. She then peaked out from our little alcove and scanned the beach. Her smile told me there was no one else around.Brandy and I made out for about 10 minutes before I wiggled my way down, back between her legs. She put her feet back on my shoulders and I began to lick her pussy again. It was still dripping wet; she started to moan right a way. This time we could really go at it. I put my hands on the back of her legs, behind her knees, and started to rock.