Still in the hotel. I had no way of knowing if Carol had gone out without her mobile. Would she do that to me? I quietly tried the connecting door; it... was locked. I put a robe on and sneaked into the corridor to see if I could get in through the main door, that had the security lock set.I woke up late. The connecting door was open and there was no sign of Carol. Looking at the clock I realised she must have gone to work. I checked where her mobile was— well on the way to her first. I always thought he was gay but apparently not. As I was admiring myself in the dress he was standing off to the side watching me. The dress was long but fitted. It clung to my curves rather deliciously if I must say so myself. It fit a little snuggly over my full, firm C-cup tits, but just right along my small waist and it hugged my hips like a second skin. There was a slit up the side that showed off my long, tanned legs. The color brought out the blue of my eyes. My hair hung halfway down. Finally, gasping for breath you then bring your soaking hand up to my cock to smear me with your juices before plunging your heavenly mouth over me again. There is urgency in your movements now. Your dark lust-filled eyes are locked onto mine as you stroke and suck me inexorably towards my own eruption. “Tell me where you want me to come,” I whisper, my voice heavy with sexual tension, my breath short. Your mouth slips from me and your strokes become shorter and quicker. “In my mouth. I want. ’’‘‘With the tax rates you are proposing, someone working and making fifty thousand dollars is going to have less money than you are giving illegals and the homeless. How do you think that is going to work? Not for long.’’‘‘You would also have to change the Constitution to make a wealth tax legal. That takes two third of the states, and sixty six votes in the Senate. That was tried before. Odds of that happening are slim to none,’’ I said.‘‘If you give them forty thousand a year, there is no.