Opening a small soundproof locker he kept at the foot of the bed, he tossed it all in there, and kicked the lid closed. Milf sex Texts, emails, even that pic you sent to our married manager. All I have to do is send just one of email containing those pics to the local police, and you will be in it over your head.” Seeing tears beginning too well in her eyes, he let her know who was in control. He had even had his old BMW 2002outside, a car few non-enthusiasts would recognize, so the surprise would be complete. Texts, emails, even that pic you sent to our married manager. Johnathan “John” Roberts sat waiting in the wicker rocker in room 13 of the Coombs Inn, feeling quite proud of himself. The car came down the lot, obviously hunting the room, and skidded to stop outside room 13. John smiled, and sent a text. John smiled, and sent a text. At 12:30, a car came flying into the motel’s gravel lot, spraying crushed shell &rocks.
