What *was* in store for him at the Hyatt? Porn sex At two-hundred forty two pounds on a five-foot-ten frame, Marie was not someone who made heads turn. She was focused, as if she was concentrating intently on something. She reached across the table and put her hand on top of his. “And, I know this sounds mundane, but she’s rigged with both a remote control vibrator and a remote control shocking device.” Lora slid the small box across the table to John. I wore one for an entire week in Iran once. I can hear it in your voice.”
John stopped. “Sorry, not you,” Lora said with a grin. “She’s here. “Or you can ask your wife.”
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Back in the room, John had Marie strip naked then took her up the ass for the first time, her on her hands and knees, a leather hood over her head (Lora insisted), and clover clamps on her nipples. The movement was so slight nobody would have noticed it if they weren’t looking, but to John — and no doubt, Marie — she might as well have just pulled up her dress and spread her legs wide open.
