It’s a bit bigger than the others. You can dim the lights and the massage table is very sturdy and well cushioned. There’s a love seat, strewn wit...h pillows. A bar in the corner. A table for “refreshments” of other kinds. You can put music on the IHome on the bar. I’d gotten some chocolate dipped strawberries and champagne. The music? Slow jams. Not his kind of music but the lyrics were so suggestive I figured he’d get the idea. The woman waiting for him was hand-picked, too. Mei, she was. I saw her cum at least twice, and saw my daughter shudder more than once. Sissy was a squirter just like me, but that pole was blocking any of her sweat cum from shooting out. The woman must have had the same thought I had, because she let go of Sissys legs ling enough to come around squat in between her legs and tell her husband to pull out as she opened her mouth under my little girls swollen snatch. When he withdrew, a flood of cum gushed out and filled the womans mouth. Then she stood up. I splashed on some aftershave to counter the sweat and after putting on a pair of running shorts, socks and shoes and a t shirt, I grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl and headed downstairs. The hotel was a beachside hotel, and it was a Saturday morning, so there was practically no body on the beach.As I ran, I promised myself to get over that bitch, my ex, even if it was the last thing I'd do in my life. I was not used to running on sand as I ran on the street or pavement back home and soon. Until, one night, as I clicked through pictures, one expanded and there she was ... right there on the screen.I didn't believe it. I know I stared at that picture for at least five minutes, thinking, "It can't be her."But it was. There was no doubt.Her hair was down, and her eyes were closed. She was facing the camera, and sitting on a guy, whose cock was up inside her. Her left hand was holding another rigid penis, and her mouth was open as she leaned to her left. It was just as fucking.