"I'll just need a credit card. The suite is ready for you."He took my card and ran it through the machine. He handed it back with a card key. The badg...e he was wearing said he was an assistant manager, and that his name was Carl."I'll show you to the suite personally," Carl said. "Is this your only bag?" He looked at Danielle's lumpy luggage, which was listing badly on what appeared to be a defective wheel."No. This is Ms. Reston's bag. She'll need a separate room," I replied. Carl made a little. I had agreed to meet him in the parking area of the mall. I wore pink boy shorts (with my secret well tucked, I wouldn’t want an unsightly bulge in mini skirt) and pink bra with inserts (they give me cute little a cup titties) suntan thigh highs, black mini skirt, a pink shell and black 4′ ankle strap heels, pink lip gloss and eye shadow, pink nail polish and blond wig. It was dark when I pulled into the mall parking lot, he was parked at the far west end, I parked next to him and got into his. What made it better was that she was still sucking on my nipples while doing this, and that just got me hotter. She was still making those noises, too. It can be quite a turn on to hear someone who\'s so obviously enjoying themselves, and boy, was she! She had her mouth latched on to one nipple, one hand was playing with the other breast, and she had a couple of fingers of her other hand fucking my pussy. At one point, she lifted those fingers to her lips and sucked them clean, and it was about. .. not yet, not now ... but if I continued ... if I kept going ... I was going to end up a shell, filled with nothing but anger and hate.This was it, then. This was the end. I went through my list of contingency plans and all of my thoughts of further revenge and locked them in a small box in my mind. I could leave this as it was; I had to leave this as it was – if not, my anger would take over and I'd be lost. I could live with what was already planned and it would satisfy me ... always.