About a week or so into the stay one night, after the lights were out, the air conditioner clicked off and I could hear the sound of buzzing coming th...rough the wall. I thought to myself no way was this woman using a vibrator! I could not believe it so I put my ear to the wall and I could hear the buzzing distinctly. I listened and listened, eventually the tone changed to different tones and different frequencies. After a while I hear some very muffled and quiet grunting as she was having her. .what is it you want me to do Peter?"I beckoned for her to follow me to the car. I drove us to the part of town with the adult theaters. When we got there, I parked at the back parking lot. She got out of the car, so nervous that I had to laugh. "Leave your robe in the car whore." Her eyes blinking she stuttered out, "Wha...what?" I told her again. She was crying now. "Wipe off your face and put a smile on it. How do you expect horny men to cum on the face of a woman who is crying?"She. “But he should be here any minute.”“OK then, I won’t take more than a minute. I’ve got a great idea about how to let the fans know.”Paul Macon walked into the room occupied by the judge. He didn’t bother to smile.“Hello, Mr. Macon,” Terry Lanchew greeted as strongly as he was able.“Does that decision count?” the boy asked. “Even though you made it in a hospital instead of a courtroom?”So much for friendliness.“Yes,” Lanchew answered, “yes it does.”“Good,” the boy nodded. “What did you want to. He owns a bar and he gets home in the middle of the night. He obviously came home with a mission to wake me, fuck me and then sleep. A perfect plan I must say. I stared in his eyes, as undid his belt, unzipped his khakis, and released that beautiful bulge. I kissed him again as I wrapped my hand around his thickness and began a slow hand job. I then lay myself across the bed, tummy side down. I kept my hand wrapped around the base of his cock while my wet lips parted to take him into my mouth..