It had just gone downhill from there. She’d made a fuss, and he’d brought her to the bar to explain everything. Well, we all knew how that had end...ed.All her stuff was still in the hotel room. She hadn’t thought that they were going to leave the hotel earlier, so her clothes and her purse were all there. I swung past the hotel she was staying at, and we found that dick head had checked out, surprise, surprise!I got the front desk to check the room out; it hadn’t been cleaned yet. We found her. I walked to his house. I stood on the road for an age. I saw him at the window, I sort of tried to hide. Then the door opened. Just opened, no one there.I just walked in, up the path and in to his house.He was in the back in the kitchen. He said hello and said i was very nice, all the usual.He asked if i enjoyed what i had done. I said yes. He asked if i would do it again. I said yes.We went upstairs in to a small bedroom.He took off his trousers and pulled down his pants. He was hard. he took. He seemed to be naturally sexual and most definitely eager to please. He was also a very good kisser, something I find very stimulating. I love to make out with pretty boys, it's one of my few vices. I had never actually fucked one before tonight though, and I found myself wondering why I had denied myself this carnal pleasure before. As I packed my things and prepared to leave I found myself singing, apparently kinky sex appeals to my moral. Good, this is healthy. My life is unique in a. He snorted a quick laugh. "You have the advantage of me, madam," he said. "I don't—" Amanda Meiersdottir, Colonel," she interrupted. "Sociologist." Ah," he said with a slight bow. "Sociologist extraordinaire, I believe." Sociologist," she said firmly, but returned a mock curtsy. "I followed you to see if I might buy you a drink." By which you mean, to resume our brief discourse early in the session and interrogate me for further information," he said."That would be a topic of conversation," she.