Have a little fun with her, after all she wanted a sample.

As disturbing as it sounds, it isn’t that hard to take advantage of the **** Mrs. Rodriguez. You quickly remove your pants and join the Latino woman in the shower. You decide to turn the water on, as it’s the thing to do in the shower. Once you find a nice comfortable temperature your attention returns to Signora. With a sadistic grin on your face you pick her up off the floor and sit her up against the shower wall. You notice that your man-hood seems to be larger than the last time you saw it, as it swells and begs to be taken care of. As it turns out, to your pleasure, your cock is more than a mouthful for the beautiful brunette. The woman’s mouth feels fantastic around your hard dick, as it envelopes it. You take two handfuls of her hair and begin to slam your rod down her throat, with no contesting from her. After a couple minutes of fucking her face full on your dick is ready to erupt. You satisfy yourself by blasting off all over Signora’s face and chest. The dick shoots stream after stream of hot white spunk across her face and tits. You’ve never come so much in your life!

With your dick taken care of… for now… you decide to hit the road. You quickly dry off, and slip back into your prison like uniform. You decide that sooner or later you’ll have to replace the outfit with something less suspicious. Before exiting out the window you decide to turn off the shower and cover the knocked out woman with a towel. The air outside has a slight chill in it as it touches your half-wet hair and skin. The small washroom window lets you out in an alley behind the crumby motel. There is a big blue dumpster, overflowing with trash, and several large cardboard boxes lining the alley. Suddenly, your ears pick up on the sound of approaching footsteps. With animistic speed you duck behind the trash dumpster and watch. One of the men from the front door has come around the corner, looking for a place to urinate.

You watch carefully from your hiding place as the “insurance policy” removes his rifle from over his shoulder and places it on a box next to him. Then he turns away from it, to face the wall or his designated pissing target. You hear everything from him unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to the sound of cars and a distant siren somewhere miles away. The man begins to whistle as he wets the wall down, completely unaware of your presence.