" Ok that will do. Please charge the room to my card. We won't be making any additional charges to the room."With a smile, he ran my card and handed m...e the slip and the key."Room 152 around the back, first floor; have a good night."Billy surprised me replying, "We plan to."We walked out arm in arm, laughing.We crossed the parking lot, and walked next door to the Arby's. It wasn't gourmet food, but it was hot, tasty and the place was clean. Neither of us really wanted to linger over a big meal.. This is where I go to escape, relax or have fun. But come over to me now and give Thumper a run for his money.I smiled inwardly. I thought that she had fucked him before. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, and it seemed like she was just there to look beautiful. She winked at me. I walked over to her and pushed her down onto the bed, my mind filled with nothing but lust, our mouths touched, and saliva and horse cum mixed together. I groped a tit as she slid her hand down the back of my leg. I used her thong to tie her hands behind her on the chair. I moved her forward slightly, so her pussy was right at the edge of the chair. She had shaved her pussy in the bath, so it was really nice and smooth, and glistening wet, pushing her thighs apart opening up her wet cunt for me. I slid my tongue in, just for a brief minute, just to get a taste of it. Moving back up to her nipples, knowing I could squeeze, suck and bite them and there's nothing she could do, as her hands are tied behind. Like oil and water the two would never mix.He had known Ingrid for many years, but other another name. Forsyth had a very unique ability to quickly pickup new languages and assimilate himself seamlessly into foreign cultures. He had been working with the American Foreign Service off and on since the mid-thirties. He first met "Ingrid" in the late thirties when she was with her father, the German ambassador to France. Then in the closing days of the war he had seen her name on a very secret SS.