Jon responded with a slight ‘Yep’ and a nod of his head. I grabbed Jon’s cock at the base and stood it directly upright. It was red and covered ...with chocolate fudge and whipped cream. I plunged it into my mouth, and sucked down tight on it. Jon about came off of the table. I began to softly work his dick in and out of my mouth, making sure to swirl my tongue around its head on each pass. ‘Ahh, Jess, that feels so good.’ Were the last intelligible words I heard from Jon for the next 10 minutes. I then opened up an expensive professional photo editing program I had purchased and been using for the portrait shots and demonstrated how to photoshop a photograph and another demonstration on altering/morphing facial and body features to totally change the appearances of a person to appear to be another person, have another body type, or features and still appear to be an unaltered photograph. I told her all the photographs in Playboy, Penthouse and Playgirl all have been extensively. Monica started walking towards the elevator and asks, What floor are you on? I smiled and said Im not&hellip, With a questioning look in her eyes and voice, she asks, But I thought you said you were staying at this resort? I reached back, grabbed her wrist and said I am, come on! Monica seems uncertain but she follows along with me anyway. Once we get to my villa, I open the door and let her go inside first. She walks through the place, going to the master bath and seeing the Jacuzzi, then back. He saw in flashback the hurt and pain he had caused his daughter, the lie that he was doing this for her, for Susan. Saw that all the time he was doing it for himself. He was a tightfisted, mean, angry man, who had managed to lose every worthwhile thing he had in pursuit of self glory. He felt a warm acid taste burning in his throat. His night of victory turning to ashes in front of him. He saw how he’d managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. He had everything and yet nothing. He was.