= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Chapter SixWyatt MontyWhen I got back to the motel, I sat on the bed for several minut...es slowly flipping the black entry chip over and over in my hand. This recycled chip, the poor condition of the building, and the unkept look of the staff all added up to a cheap, slipshod business. Wyatt had signed his email as “Little Brother,” and that is probably how he was viewed by the others in his family. I was pretty sure that his older. They wore a chain around their necks.One had C and ine had a V as pendants.I felt myself blush as they retreated.Micheal…Hey, whered he go? Eli asked looking around.Just then, A shirt-less guy with a very well built body came running up.Eli! Sorry.Some guy tried to steal my bike.He had blonde hair, and a tattoo of a black rose on the back of his neck. He said breathlessly.His eyes drifted over to me.Well.Hola, señ,ora.And what may I call you, lovely maiden? He asked walking towarda. They both thanked her and moved on. They found a table and seated themselves to watch and learn. A woman came to their table wearing a form of apron over her clothes and asked if they wanted a beverage. They asked for the house’s white wine and she nodded and left.‘Dusty, those people are not from here,’ James sent to Dusty.She casually looked around and noticed the people crowded around a large table with two long bench seats either side. It was outside the tavern that was two shops down from. He asked me to stand up, facing away from him and I obliged. He ran his hand from my knees up towards my ass. He pressed the cheeks and rubbing his palm in circles over my ass cheek, alternating between my left and right cheeks. Out of nowhere he bit my ass cheek and started to squeeze the other cheek a bit rough.He asked me to lower my boxers while bending over. I started to lower and bend over, but he stopped me. He asked me to bend over first, arch my back, push my ass towards the back, tuck.