During a trip to Limoges, I found myself in a country hotel for four nights. They're not the most glamorous places; often boring and not particularly classy. Since I always hope to find something to liven up my evenings, I follow the same ritual. I eat at the hotel and spot the guys who are alone. I sit at a table facing them so we can see each other. That's when I know if I'm going to have a fun evening. Depending on the look and attention they give me, with lingering glances, I often look at them too to let them know. If they go to the bathroom, I follow them; if they go to the urinals, I stand next to them and watch their penis. That's when the game begins. They gently stroke themselves, I watch even more intently, and finally, I reach down and touch their penis. And there you have it, the evening begins. This time, it was much quicker. I was dealing with a tradesman who was on a construction site for the week. I sat down at the table next to him and started a conversation. "The hotel's nice, but it's a bit boring! " "Yes, you're right..." We exchanged a few words, then after about 10 minutes, he said, "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom," with a pointed look. I let him go ahead and a minute later I joined him. He was at the urinals, so I sat down next to him. He was gently masturbating. I looked at his penis, and he said, "Do you want to touch it?" I didn't hesitate and took his penis in my hand, leaning down to suck it. After a few seconds, he gave me his room number. We'd meet in 15 minutes. I knocked softly on his door, he opened it, and he was already naked, his penis hard. He said, "I've been expecting you." He asked me what I wanted to do. I told him I was passive, a slut, and greedy. That I wanted to suck him off and that if he had condoms, he could fuck my ass. He seemed pleased with my answer. He said, "Very well, then, like a good little slut, you're going to st ...

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