As instructed she didn't wear a bra or panties. Before leaving for his Clifton, Ohio hotel SuperBowl party he had my hotwife blow him until he emptied... his nutsack into her belly.I would love to tell you every single naughty detail but obviously I wasn't invited. My hotwife told me that when she arrived at the hotel room there were black men from 16 to 60 watching multiple televisions. The 50" flatscreens were showing the SuperBowl pregrame but the jacuzzi and bedroom televisions had on. "I have a pleasant surprise for you, a remarkable one indeed. Please take off your coat, have a seat and prepare to be astonished."Beall sat and Wainright produced a folded and very official looking document. "Here you are in record time. Unheard of, a fortnight to New York and back with a proper response. I told you Loring was a good record keeper."Beall unfolded the document and looked at the impressive seals it bore. It was obviously a printed, copperplate form that had been filled in by. I small drip of it ran down her cheek down, her neck and onto her shirt. His mouth watered as he imagined himself licking it off of her, sucking it out of her shirt and off her neck. He wondered if she would moan out at the feeling of his tongue on her, his lips at her throat.The next slides fast forwarded a bit to following her into the bed room where she removed her bra but kept her shirt on. Her nipples had stayed hard enough to be seen through the shirt and she took notice to them as she. ’I didn’t say I wanted any fingers!’ She pulled Amanda up by the hair and made her lean on the counter again.’Spread your legs bitch!’ Amanda spread her legs right away. Amy opened her purse and pulled out a vibrator. She turned it on and began rubbing it around her clit. ‘Unnnhhhhh.Of fuck,’ Amy began moaning. ZAP!Amy hit a button on the virbrator and sent a shock to Amanda’s clit, causing her to jump.’Keep your fucking eyes open.’ Amanda did as she was told, but it was excruciating. She.