.......... I feel something sharp on my inner thigh!! And move --its still there!! I carefully run my hand up under the dress --- what the fuck --- a ...piece of paper --- I take it from between my swollen lips --- the paper is soaking wet --- but it does say --ladies toilet now !!!!!I tell Charlie “going to the toilet” -- yeh whatever is his reaction!! Again my heart is pounding -- the note also tells me to go into the second toilet???Fortunately no one is in there!! I close the door and sit --. She tried to breathe, to relax the reflex from tightening-up and to not gag so badly, that she would barf. She looked up at his face, his eyes closed, head slightly thrown back, his breath getting faster and faster with his strong hands holding her head for him to use her mouth as his fuck hole. She could tell he was close, his cock was huge and suffocating in her throat. He grabbed her hair, groaning and thrusting with such force she was sure he stripped her throat raw. She didn’t care. All. He could do nothing more. His life was a waste. He could do nothing right. His life was all wrong. In death we are finally comfortable with being alone. He wanted to be fully clothed when the hotel staff found him. How embarrassing it would be to have his stark, naked body hanging from the showerhead. He dressed slowly, and afterwards checked himself in the mirror. He scarcely believed what he saw: a man at one time on top of the world reduced to a sickly shape, his hair tangled, his face. I slipped my tongue into her pee hole and licked her. She gasped and laughed a little. I could taste her wet and salty. I sucked her cock head between my lips and teased her with my tongue.I was going to take my time teasing her but i felt her hand on my head pushing down gently. So i slid my wet mouth down her hard cock and swallowed more and more of her cock. She moaned, "Yes." I could feel her cock head in the back of my throat. I had to hold my breath. This was not as easy as it looked in.