I scoped out the local hotel scene yesterday and picked this place because it seems pretty nice and the guy behind the counter seemed to know the score when I asked if they take cash. Of course, they all will take cash, but you want a “friend” behind the front desk, because some places insist on a deposit or want a credit card, “just in case.” That ain’t good because you don’t want to see a charge on your next credit card bill for a missing towel or something, just because the maid miscounted. Or rather, you don’t want your wife to see a charge from some local hotel on your next credit card bill. That ranks right up there with “hickey” at the top of the “Try to Explain This One” list.
Anyway, I call Sara from ExtremNaturlas on her cell and give her the room number. I close the blinds and figure out which lights to have on. And I take off my shoes and socks. Yes, I take off my shoes and socks. And you know what’ next, don’t you? Of course, that room sizzled with action while I fucked this big titted chick in my side.
