He sat back down, leaving the mess still on the floor, the vodka forming around the smoldering cigarette still on the floor. Darwin folded his hands i...n his lap and looked the guest over again, probably for the hundredth time since he?d come. ?So,? he reached forward again and grabbed the broken bottle.He poured the substance into the two glasses and clutched one in his hand.?I guess this is it huh?? he said, shifting his gaze from item to item in the small room. His heartbeat increased and he. But this, now, actually blowing on her, so far surpasses that.He leans over each side of her and kisses her toes sticking out of her heels, and he runs his hands up and down her silk covered calves and thighs. There is something that enthralls him about a woman in heels and stockings.He moves slowly up her thigh licking and kissing her until he reaches the top of the stocking and her bare thigh. He breathes heavily taking in her woman scent, enjoying this moment so.Then his tongue is back on. I felt his balls against my ass and thought I must have been in heaven. John held still for several seconds, then started pumping his manhood in and out.“Yes, yes, keep fucking me,” I begged. “Your cock is so good.”John plowed me relentlessly. The room was filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together and my wet pussy swallowing his cock. Sweat was forming on his forehead and chest, and I could smell my scent in the air. He was using me like a fuck doll, and I absolutely loved it. I. My guess was that he would drop off Kate, then circle the block. Most likely he would come park on the street, walk through the alley and try the rear door. Well all that was, if he had a death wish. Even thought I figured him to be from Swamp Thing, I had no intention of holding a professional at gunpoint while I asked. I planned to blow his ass into next week, so he better be good. My guess was that he knew I was expecting him. "So Martin," I said aloud. "Let's see how good you are, and if.