My heart was beating as I tried to read the paper, getting hard at the thought of heavy jacking with a stranger. A few minutes after the arranged time... a guy sat down beside me. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, fairly slim and friendly but that wasn’t what I was interested in. It was hard cock I wanted. We chatted and relaxed then I suggested we go up to my room. He was keen to make a move too. In the lift my cock started to harden and I guessed his was the same. We got to my room and I started up. It was a smile like he knew what her game was, and he was better at it. ‘C’mon now, don’t be like that.’ ‘Can’t help it.’ The stranger smiled again. It was a scary smile — like he could talk a woman into doing things she swore she’d never do. His eyes were piercing and Desiree felt like she was under the scrutiny of a microscope, and he noticed it was making her squirm in her seat. ‘Makin you nervous?’ ‘Not at all,’ she said raising her chin a notch. ‘Wanna make me tha happiest man in here and. . . tears of joy,” she claimed, as she put her best tortured smile on her face. I knew that I had to act right then or Di would fall apart. Only later did I realize that if we had broken down that would have given us another last chance to couple in ‘The Moving Windmill!’ But right then I was too torn with the emotion of the knowledge that I would live the rest of my life without Di – without Di, my incredible lover! – I was too torn with emotion to think deviously and set up another last love. . Awe hell I don't know."I set the bottle and glasses down on the dresser and jokingly said, "Are you trying to talk my wife into giving you that desperately needed hand job, you sneak, is that what I'm hearing?"He laughed and replied, "Oh I'm sorry, Mike, we should have told you, our whole plan was to have you go to the kitchen for drinks while Kathy gave me a hand job... Thanks, Kathy, you made my night."She laughed and said, "Oh you know me, I thought it was my female duty, felt sorry for.