Moments spent gripping my ass, squeezing, stroking.You bend forward, kissing the skin on my lower back before moving up. Your hands continue feeling m...y ass. Pressing my cheeks together, pulling them apart, all with my pants still on. Your mouth sliding to the back of my neck, exposed by the ponytail I wear for work. Tongue gliding over my skin. Up to behind my ear. Nipping at my earlobe. Nibbling that spot under the ear where the jawline starts. Growling, "Fuck, I want you," into my ear. Hands. She picked it up and opened it. Inside there was a hotel key card and a note. ‘Finish any unfinished business, cancel your remaining appointments, and wait for flowers to be delivered. Once they arrive, leave.’ She found the hotel information and room number attached to the key card. Laney picked up all of the boxes and placed them back inside the outer box with her clothes and sealed the top again. She slipped the toy into the jacket pocket and sat at her desk. “Ms. Collins, Mr. Reed would. Toby and Amy were locked together, one organism, sharing EVERYTHING through their wide eyes -- which were locked on one another as their bodies churned together. The pace of all three couplings increased until it was thoroughly manic and hung there, on the crest, until Amy and Toby erupted simultaneously, triggering similar detonations in the other two couples. Mark and Janice and Fred and Abigail hurtled into the stratosphere, tossed by the shockwave, blinded, overloaded by the paroxysms of. "See? I told you it was good," Wren said."This is marvelous!" Stacy laughed lightly. "I've never had it before." You've never had eggnog before?" Wren gave her a doubtful smile."No, I really haven't." She wrinkled her nose and examined the contents of her cup, which was clear and crystal like Wren's. "It reminds me of..." Of what?" Wren wondered and it was an honest question, but Stacy didn't seem so sure."Hmmm? Oh!" she lifted her eyes momentarily and then dropped them again with some color.