Vonda opened the second door. Behind it was a smaller suite, similar to our suite, but without a bar, and a queen bed instead of an entertainment cent...er. I showed her the deadbolt on the second door. "See? You can lock this door, and keep us out."Vonda showed the same lock on the first door. "And we can do the same on our side, and keep you out." But we don't need that right now," I added. "We'll leave ours open. You can lock your door, and change." Try on the business clothes first," advised. . again." This manifested itself in the way of other such relationships. Long talks, increasingly dirty jokes, and a flirty conversational tone. "You are so bad, Jon. Why do I let you rile me up as you do?" "Because I'm just so devilishly handsome and shmexy." His Irish accent slipped into his tone. Every time he did such a thing, Samantha knew that Jon was thinking quite the opposite. Or just thinking in general, which was quite a revelation. His voice returned from the Twilight zone with a. " Sounds good to me", Mike said in reply. Joe continued, "slave, so you don't miss any of the action I'll be giving her, I want you to lay on the grass." I laid down, knowing what was coming next. "Okay, now, slut, kneel down in a 69 on your husband." She kneeled down over me. Her cunt was a sticky mess. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, and I didn't think she could possibly take more, much less come again. I was wrong again."Okay, Mike, her mouth is all yours. Slave, I want you to lick us. I remembered how hot Sandra’s show had been. I remembered what had followed.I smiled at Kyle and said, “What I want isn’t important. What you want is what matters.”I pulled him close and kissed him passionately and then I asked, “What does a cunt like me have to do to get fucked around here?”“First things first,” he said. Then he took my arms from around his neck and stepped back.Sandra is standing behind me. She moved closer and started gently applying a salve to the red marks on my body..