I couldn’t believe my luck. I nodded eagerly.“You remember where I was parked last time?”I nodded again.“I’ll be as close as I can to that s...pot,” Mrs Hotter said.Then my mother’s footsteps could be heard. Mrs Hotter moved back to the other side of the kitchen.“Mum, I’ll be going out soon,” I said. “To see a friend.”“That’s nice, dear,” my mother said. “Just don’t be late for dinner.”I wondered how nice she’d think it was if she knew that the ‘friend’ in question was actually her friend, and. He likes to travel but I think he will hold off for a while.”We completed our meal and a light desert with just light talk about Nashville and the area. After coffee, we left for the hotel. Upon our arrival, we went to our rooms though Beth entered at my door with me.Beth stepped in front of me and said, “Unzip me, X. You’re good at that.”I pulled the zipper all the way down and she let the dress slide off her arms and down to the floor. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra. I had. At the same time, my cock was pushed up against the urinal and each time he thrust into my ass, my cock rubbed against the cold porcelain urinal.His grunts with each thrust were getting louder as was his breathing and my cock was getting drenched with water from the urinal, but the feeling of my cock sliding against the porcelain was bringing me closer to shooting my load. I was seeing stars as he held my hips and pounded my ass. Oh fuck! He was so rough, but hell to have that big cock sliding. I also started practicing netball and self defense at the gym, after schools (Monday-Friday).My trainer’s name is Jim Broadbent or Jimmy as he likes been called; he is an African-American and a former amateur boxer. I was learning basic self defense and kickboxing, from him.The type of fighting I was being taught was a mix between wrestling and kickboxing. By mid-year I was learning fast and was sparring with some of other girls, but wasn’t good enough to beat them. I started staying back.