She took his balls in her hand, massaging them up and down, sucking one into her mouth and twirling it with her tongue. She popped his testicle out of... her mouth and sucked and pulled on his sack. Her tongue flicked and tickled the area between his balls and leg. He tensed up from the tickling, as she returned to his dick. She steadied it in her hands and brought her lips to the tip. She opened her mouth just enough to receive it and slide her mouth down just over the head. She tightens her lips. As I reached for my cell, I noticed a piece of paper folded up at the top of my bag. As I opened it, a tiny bit of hope rushed through my body. Slowly I unfolded it, un-wrapping each crease carefully. When it was fully unfolded, I looked down to three letters and a number. Tom was the name written in smart handwriting. I quickly pulled out my cell, forgetting about contacting my sister and typed two words. ‘I’m sorry.’ Leaving it at that, I flipped my phone shut, carrying on with my journey.. .."The tour was brief. We had a quick look in all the rooms and I could see her imagining herself living here, where she'd put her stuff, that sort of thing. All the time though I was consciously aware of my growing attraction to her. The way she laughed, not a mere chuckle, but more of a giggly laugh that went on for a few moments, I found endearing. When I spoke she gave me her full attention and always asked sensible questions. She was pretty in her own sparkly, jovial way, had a wacky sense. No one would know what a slut she has been. She went to the staff room, in her pigeon hole was an envelope, hand delivered. She opened it and nearly fainted, it was full of pictures of her, naked and a CD. The pictures were of her in her hotel room, on the massage table, legs spread with clear shots of her face; pussy and boobs. But how? She was asleep (or maybe put to sleep) – that's how! How did the woman know where she worked? She looked at the other pictures, it was of the party, on the.