And standing there, it consumes my attention. I miss a lot of the conversation, just nod my head and smile stupidly."Where to?" "Let's go where you ar...e staying!" she says. I smile and lead the way to the rental car.On the drive, it's clear she wants to play a bit, but she doesn't want to fuck. That is reserved for people she knows a little better and longer. And she tells me that she usually meets people on FetLife. She tells me she is a bit of a dom. So I'll play along, see where it goes. If. I stood justinside the door and pulled my lanyard over my head so my ID would bedisplayed clearly. I was a little nervous, but I don't think it showed.I needed to find a computer. I approached the first computer I saw,logged in, registered my intent to fly space available to WashingtonDulles International Airport, which was a United hub. There would belots of flights out of there, and lots of flights from Tampa to there.Now I started to look for a flight. The early flight had filled up, buta. If it was me getting a blowjob that would have had me ready to cum within minutes. As I slobbered all over his cock I could tell he wasn't even close yet. I could feel the veins along his thick shaft as he worked my head up and down. Every stab into my throat was getting harder and harder. I was already gasping for air and grunting every time my face was forced against his belly. He was sweating and it mixed with the pussy juice already all over my face. The stench of sex, sweat, a little piss. ’ ‘Is that so,’ he stated more than asked. ‘When will he arrive?’ ‘In one hour’s time,’ she replied moving to exit the room. ‘And if I may suggest, I recommend that she be fully clothed and out of here by then. I doubt that the king will be as tolerant as I.’ He nearly glared at her for that remark, but as he looked at her face he saw that she had a slight smile. It was not a smile of gloating, but instead one of understanding. His brow furrowed in confusion as he attempted to make sense of her.