I wasn't sure if it was to help Billy relax, or to warn him to be easy. Even I knew what was coming, and like Cleo, dreaded it."Cleo, you gave us very... few details." Dean waited while Cleo settled back down."And I'm not asking for more." At this she meet his eyes."Not now anyway. What I need from you now is who." Dean paused and watched Cleo's eyes. "Not only for your sake. There are a lot of women around here and they all feel safe. I need to know who it is."He tried for a small chuckle, "Right. Still stroking my balls and her eyes still locked with mine, she brought one hand up to her mouth, wet it heavily and started polishing the head of my cock with 3 wet fingers and a thumb. I groaned even louder and collapsed my head on her shoulder, pressing my thumb against her clit in retaliation. She had done this before clearly, many times, and I wanted it to last forever. I stared deep into her eyes, slipped my fingers out of her, took hold of her ass firmly with both hands and held on for. The feeling is so nice that she contemplates delaying the relief she knows can be hers. She pushes the wand control button twice, and the mild buzz turns to a soft hum. Closing her eyes, she pictures a well-remembered moment from the pool house. Emilio with his perfect body is standing, holding her, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss, her arms around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist. He easily holds her weight, lifting and lowering her onto his wonderful, hard cock. Another. ” “That’s fine,” Hannah said, smiling. “I’ll see you then. Room 483.” Watching her walk out the door, I couldn’t help but notice a slight wiggle in her hips. I dismissed it, and went back to reading an InstaTweet post about one of the presidential candidates making an ass of himself. This wasn’t newsworthy, as it was the third time he’d done it that week. Keeping one eye on the line, I finally got to the counter. I traded the ticket for the package, and left. I knew it hadn’t been an hour, so,.