But as soon as she did, she realized that it was obvious where she had just been staring. The mirth in the man’s eyes made her squeeze her own tight...ly shut. Her face flamed into color again. It was the sound of his laughter that made Marti open her eyes again. She felt like a school girl staring at the first guy she had ever had a crush on. The man was simply beautiful and his laugh was perfect to her ears. ‘Well, Marti Hampton, can I interest you in a less toxic drink?’ Confusion etched. "He squirts some lube on two fingers and slowly pushes them inside me. I wait, in a state of sexual frenzy, for him to pull his fingers out of me because I know that his dick will be inside me soon. Sometimes we start to fuck doggy style; sometimes we start with me on top and riding him. He fucks me the way he wants to fuck me.He really knows how to fuck an ass. Slowly, sensually, never painfully even with 11 inches of thick dick inside me. I can never touch my own dick until he tells me to...I. That is the last thing you should do. You should never talk to him again if you can avoid it. Avoid getting this hotel a lawsuit. Avoid getting fired. Avoid getting me fired.”Carson felt the gravity of his situation as it weighed on him. He was silent for a moment, until he heard Clarissa giggle.“You heard him with that girl though, right?” she asked coyly. “How was he?”Carson smiled. “Fucking amazing.” *Maybe Clarissa was right. But Carson couldn’t forget the look in Mr. Armisen’s eye the. He made his way through the crowd of people towards Claire, smiling and nodding to those he knew. Bill could feel Karen's eyes on him, and the echo of his heart pounded in his ears. After what seemed forever, he finally made it to Claire. The back of his shirt was soaked in sweat, and he knew some of it was from nervousness and not the heat."Hi Bill," said Claire with concern. "You okay? You look a little flushed."Bill hesitated for a minute, "Can we talk?" Of course," said Claire. "Is it about.