The room where I killed the Prince was clean, not any trace of what happened there. Only the images that still made an occasional appearance in my dre...ams told the tale.Then two new lists were started, one with things that needed to be addressed immediately and the other was the list with long term needs for the hotel.Nassor had arrived midway through and joined in the inspection of the hotel and the final discussions for improvements there. After that, we went to the airport terminal.I sent. More passionate.. filled with desire. Your hands slip under my top and start to rub my now erect nipples. I moan as your fingertips run round and round one then the other... as our passion starts to build we begin removing each others' clothes. We know it's wrong but don't think about anything else, the risks the possible complications... we can't help ourselves and soon we are lying together completely naked... kissing, touching, licking, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin contact... I run. He looked back at her and just said "Morning". "You need a little cheering up?" Avis asked him and he just smiled at her. With that I watched as she leaned over towards him, placed her hand on the back of his head and drew her lips up to his, planting a deep kiss on him. Carol and I watched as Avis and Mike continued to kiss more, their tongues exploring one another before Avis moved her hand down and began to lift up his pyjama top. She pulled it up to his neck, lowered herself down and. Then taking a hold of his massive tool by its base, she playfully and obscenely rubbed and smeared his cock all about Cecilia’s face and head. ‘See dear,’ Jackie intoned, ‘You have to play with the cock first, caress it. Use everything, not just your hands and mouth, but nuzzle it with your nose, rub it against your cheeks. Make the guy feel you want to do more with it then just to get it hard. Don’t just yank on it like it was a lever on a slot machine.’ ‘I know all that, you bitch,’ Cecilia.