“Just the person I was going to go looking for,” Colby was smiling from ear to ear as he sat down on his bed and looked over at his friend. “I h...ave to tell you something.” “Shoot,” Brian smiled, hoping to hear at least some good news today. “I kind of went down on Isobel yesterday.” He blurted out to his friend. “One thing led to another you know.” “Wow,” Brian responded, which was the only response he could come up with. “Yeah I know.” Colby continued. “And we have kind of been talking. Her hips ground up against my face and she grabbed the back of my head to keep me in position. I took her hands though, and with mine, I interlocked our fingers as I devoured my sweet Angel.I felt one leg come up and her calf went around behind my head. But she didn't have to hold me in place–I wasn't going anywhere at the moment. I licked and sucked and drank in her sweet honey as she poured herself out to me.Angel was writhing and thrashing about on the bed like a snake being electrocuted and. The key gave me access to the corridor from the elevator lobby; the room was the first on the left.I knocked, and I heard Alexa say ‘come in’, I opened the door, and was stunned. All I could say was ‘Wow!’ Last time I was there, the room had been pretty basic, just a simple double bed, a dresser and a wardrobe; pretty much like the bedrooms I had put in behind the studio at home. Functional, clean, but simple. Now, it had been transformed, into what I imagined could be a sumptuous boudoir in. Mia came to support her and for the half-price drinks. Mia picked up Sylvie's 'dance card' from the counter. Each person marked down the numbers of people with whom they would like to continue contact. At the end of the night, the host –the red-head-- collected the cards, matched up the numbers, then gave the contact info to the corresponding guests. It seemed simple, but even that was a grueling a process for Mia.“You marked down three numbers already?” Mia said, “Batting .500. You're doing.