I asked her if they ever did anything else after that. I was really turned on by now and my cock was raging hard. She smiled mischievously, and told m...e that they started making plans for the next time I sleepwalked into their room. I listened intently to what she said. My hand was now on her thigh. "The next night you came back into our room, I guess you enjoyed the blow job the night before, and we were ready. You walked in and walked right up to my bed. You were just standing there swaying. As she followed Katie, Amelia couldn't help but look the girl up and down. Her experiences thus far today had filled her mind with sexual images and she couldn't help but wonder about the redhead leading her. Katie was a bit taller than Amelia, with bright red hair and green eyes; the girl's chest was much larger than her own, with breasts that strained against the professional, white shirt she wore; and her ass would have made many a celebrity jealous. Amelia could feel herself getting. . an envelop with his name on it and it had perfume to it. Her perfume he guessed.He walked out of the hotel with the envelope and eagerly tore it open to see what she had written in there.There was no note. All he found was a key. Puzzled, he looked at the key and looked back at the hotel door. Nah, he thought, she's playing with me. But curiosity won over him over and he walked back to the hotel. He walked towards the elevator and pressed the button waiting impatiently wondering what was up. Hollingsworth to then live alife of pampered privilege of hair sets, shopping, manicures and then,you guessed it, more shopping, mincing on heels.Now, to me that felt a bit like a sell out and doing two or three morechapters of long winded, diatribe prose would ultimately have forcedscorn and ridicule upon myself, which I neither need nor appreciate. So,for my readers, the good ones, yeah, you can already guess the end of thestory, now summed up in paragraph three without having to read.