’ She looked at him sleepily as he got up from the bed. She giggled as she saw some of the chocolate, whipped cream and strawberry stuck in his pubi...c hairs. He looked down, saw it, then asked her laughingly, ‘Want some more dessert, babe?’ She playfully licked her lips and then shook her head ‘no’ before she stretched luxuriously like a sleek cat, then she slowly got out of bed and grabbed her robe, then followed Jason to the bathroom, where he was already running the water for a shower. They. “How much did he tip you?”He showed her the stack. Her jaw dropped.“Enough for a blowjob,” said Carson victoriously.Carson flipped through the bills, counting up his earnings, when he found a tiny hand-written note at the bottom of the envelope: (917) 555-2840.“Holy shit,” said Carson.“What?” “He--he left me his number.”“What the fuck…”Now she was definitely jealous.“What did you do to this man?”Carson shook his head, massaging his jaw. “Guess he just wanted to return the favor.” *Carson. Smiling she hears his muffled moan from beneath her panties.Pulling her panties from his face, Lisa dances away again and sits in the cushioned chair that is facing the bed. Hooking both her naked thighs over the arms of the chair she opens her moist center to his eyes, wide. Placing her head with her neck resting on the back of the chair, her long blond hair flows freely. She runs her hands over her breasts and tugs on her nipplesGreg's eyes never leave this vision before him as he unbuckles. I tossed them to him and turned to mix our drinks and give him some privacy. Neither of us seemed to bring up that I hadn't called the desk yet. I turned back around with our drinks and Marshall was once again fully dressed in his shorts and shirt. I hadn't put my shirt back on.I handed him the drink and he took a big sip then made a face."Well, it seems someone's trying to get me drunk," he laughed. I avoided the response I wanted to give."Hey, if you can't drink like a man you should've told.