"That was surprising," Quigley proclaimed. "Where are we now?" Ancient Egypt?" I guessed, noting the sand dunes on either side of the path, a sarcopha...gus perched in the corner, and the hieroglyphs painted on the archway. The temperature had also increased.A lighting effect similar to the previous room occurred with a spotlight on holograms of four men with white loincloths wrapped around their hips toting a queen seated a throne balanced on their shoulders. The men set their monarch down on a. In the end he had to remove his hand from my breast whilst still fingering me, and started to unzip himself. He murmured something about not undoing the belt, as that would take too much time if someone came upstairs, but he would just free himself through his zipper. My hands were on his shoulders and we kissed while he unzipped himself, and continued to finger me.After a few moments of setting himself free of his underwear and zipper, he motioned my hand onto his penis - WOW! that felt. So, I might as well save myself a lot of grief and crawl back to Shelly, beg for her forgiveness, lick her ass, and hope that she would take me back. He repeatedly put a lot of emphasis on “licking her ass.” Seemed to be some kind of fetish for him.He told me about his story. Apparently, he had a background in psychology, but preferred working as a bartender instead. He said that he preferred using what he had learned in his psych classes every day with his patrons.He told me that the same. Shit, I thought. That meant that she was going to be out of the shower and maybe coming in here to scream at me and call me the degenerated rapist that I truly was.I listened, in the bed, hiding like a coward for a long time, as I heard the sound of the hairdryer for a while and then a very odd sound that was like my sister's voice only it couldn't have been her voice because she was singing. Humming a happy melody in the bathroom and then in the suite beyond the bedroom door.What could this.