She thought all the papers were receipts but then one particular paper caught her eye.It was a small white sheet of paper that was folded up. Sara ope...ned up the paper and her heart almost sank when she saw what it had. It was the name she knew. Lucinda Grant. It had Lucinda's name, address and phone number. Sara was puzzled. Had Jake ever called his biological mother?She went on to look further. She saw a receipt for a hotel. The hotel was in Las Vegas. "You lied to me Jake," Sara said. I considered reaching forwards – as I'd half-thought he had been going to do with me – and fondling him through his underwear, but I worried it would be a step too far.So instead, I said, "Clearly that's not as grim as you thought it would be. Your cock seems to be rather enjoying all this."He pulled away and smirked sheepishly over at me. He looked a little embarrassed that he had so visibly enjoyed the smell of the back of an older man's underpants.He glanced down at his erection and then. ” He laughed a bit. I stared at Alan’s cock, watching it going in and out of my pussy. I could feel my own orgasm building; I began to moan, loudly. Alan told me he wanted to hear me again say I wanted the job.I moaned loud, “I want it. I want it Alan.” He pulled me up and down on his cock even faster as I worked myself up and down his shaft as well. “Please Alan…please give me the job. Give it to me!” My orgasm was getting closer as I slid faster and faster on his cock. The whole situation was. The lodging house we used is in a quiet back street, nicely hidden from anyone seeing us going in. It's owned by an old Chinese couple called Tui, and although it's not smart on the outside, the bedrooms look cosy, clean and romantic. I must admit that I felt nervous and unsexy when my boyfriend had to pay for our room at the desk downstairs, but the atmosphere of the hotel made me feel horny again before we'd even reached our room on the second floor. It was quite dark on the stairs and.