When and where?”She gave the address and name of the hotel but told him she would meet him in the food hall in the mall. He said he was only half an... hour away.After putting the phone down she then realized she hadn’t checked if there was a food hall and it would be just her luck if this was the only one in the USA that didn’t have one.She rang the reception and inquired how to find the Food Hall and then asked on what floor the hotel opened out onto the mall and was told the Atrium. She was. My hand roams back over familiar territory back down to your womanly mound - as my fingers invade you. But again I chose my words badly because the do not invade - they are welcomed - your body has made the entrance not only easier with your wetness, but it almost beckons me on - to drive my fingers deeper. Your hand also comes up to the breast I am suckling on to massage it more - to caress it into my mouth to stimulate, I know that your breasts are becoming more full, more engorged with blood. .. I get to meet her and if she is up for it, I get to watch too’. My mind was racing, her Saturday morning bath, the dog let in the bedroom as she dried and dressed ... Would it work? But I said nothing. Jon broke the silence, ‘so what do you say? At the very least, you have to dog sit for a couple of day, but think on the positives’.I hesitated for a second, ‘Ok’ I said,’ lets do it!’ ‘Good man!’ Jon was grinning,’ I have a good feeling about it, so when you want old Brucie then?’ ‘How about. Then, Ty’s voice. “Give us a minute,” he said. “We’ll be back.” Huh? They had something else to do? Chelse and I waited, bent over, our private parts exposed. Were they teasing us? Getting cameras? The waiting was making me even more excited. I felt my pussy open and a little juice from inside me trickle onto my clit. It didn’t take long. They were here, and neither said a word now. I felt a hand on my back. Someone had chosen me. Then, something slippery and greasy on my asshole. They’d gone.