"No," he chastised me, gently but firmly. "Lay your arms on the bed, palms down. We want you docile, like the good Catholic girl we know you are/"I di...d as I was told, of course, surrendering my head to this---man? ghost? angel?---and then received another command, this time from Jonah. Obeying immediately, I parted my thighs, drawing my legs back, feet arched, toes pointing, just the way men like it.Derek and Jonah invaded me at precisely the dame instant, the former gripping my compliant head. I haven't driven in a couple of years, and my license isn't exactly current, but... " She had leaned over and was kissing me sloppily on the mouth. That damn liquor breath again.Ten minutes later we were in the Midtown Tunnel, heading toward Queens and points east. I had been a little wobbly at first, but her late-model Buick rode steady as a tank."Over there. That'll lead you to the LIE." The what?" The Long Island Expressway. I can tell you haven't been in New York long. Don't worry, you're. She was so wet from her own lubricant, my come deep inside her, and sweat from the extremely physical fucking she received. I had fingered and licked her for a good ten minutes before I even slid my clock into her - I wanted her shaky, wiped out, and, most of all, I wanted to send her to her new guy with her pussy filled with my come. She wanted to take a shower, but I had shut off the water. I "forgot to tell her" there was a "problem with the plumbing" and the landlord couldn't have anyone in. ’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ said Winnie, blushing slightly. ‘I’m Miss Lenore and welcome to the Fallon Hotel. You’ve met Thomas, our doorman and head of security.’ ‘Welcome ma’am,’ he said, his deep voice washing over Winnie like a warm blanket. Winnie had never had much contact with colored men, but with Thomas, she felt a sense of safety and security. ‘Oh,’ interrupted Andrew, ‘Mr. Olsen asked me to give this to you,’ handing Miss Lenore the package inside the satchel. Miss Lenore looked at the package a.