“I thought about you.” I gathered my hair and tossed it behind my shoulders. My work was done, and I was more than a little nervous. “Tell me....” “What?” I asked. “Tell me what you though about.” There was no way. Surely not. She only stared, but she stared at my whole body, going down and then up with her eyes as though she was taking in the measure of me. I was in a skirt again and my tee shirt clung to my body, showing the shape of my breasts. My legs were pale, but well shaped. I did. Meanwhile, Bruce had grabbed me by the hair and was forcing me to suck his huge cock while my wife proceeded to penetrate my tight ass. In no time she was fucking my ass as deep as she could and Bruce was forcing me to deep throat his massive dick. Strangely enough I started to enjoy the feel of his cock in my mouth so I gave in and did as I was told. Tightening my lips around his thick hard shaft I started bobbing and sucking.From his moans of, "Ooooh yeah, suck it man, suck my cock,” and the. It didn’t bother me. I loved looking at Steven’s body and I loved being naked around him, especially when we were alone.Because of the open nudity, I was very self-conscious about my breast size. My tiny 32b size stood out from the other women who had far more “on top” than I did. Steven would say that anything more than a mouthful was a waste, but that did little to make me feel better. Even so, I loved it when he would suck my breasts and tease my nipples as we masturbated each other.The. They had their eye on an old railroad motel near Alamogordo, New Mexico called Cloudcroft. It had a two story central lodge and a 20’x35’ kitchen with two wings of twelve big 18’x20’ bedrooms for guests. Harry had written to a realtor in Alamogordo and found that the motel and surrounding eighty acres was available for eleven thousand dollars. The walls were still standing and there was a useable rail spur that terminated deep in the property, once used for logging. All they had to go on was a.