What are some of your favorite pieces?” They laid their spoons next to the empty soup tureens.“Oh, I’m not accomplished enough to suggest favori...es. I just play for my own enjoyment. Usually, I play the basic classic sonatas. Chopin, Bach, Beethoven, Mozart. But I also like to play a little ragtime on occasion. However the mood happens to strike me.”“I like classics as well but must admit I’m quite taken with all the range of jazz. What about you, Meredith?”“Oh, I agree. There is a kind of joy. "I was still holding my thighs tightly together, but he was getting to me. I wanted so bad to relax. I was still feeling the wine I had earlier, and wished I could just lay there and enjoy having Alex inside me."Tell me you don't want it." I can't," I breathed. "Tell me you want me inside you."I did want him inside me, but I didn't want to say it. It was like a game - an erotic dare to see if I would let him take me completely unprotected."Tell me that you need me to fuck you and cum inside. We entered the lobby and she could feel the warmth immediately.In the elevator she started to cry and said, “I have wanted to come here for years and at the last minute my husband had to go out of the country for business.”I replied, “That’s funny. My wife backed out at the last minute too.”She half smiled and said, “We must have the wrong spouses.”I unlocked my room and let her go in first. Then as an after thought she said, Oh my name is Wanda and my husband sometimes calls me ‘Oh Wicked. The red "Press for Emergency Only" button didn't seem to work either when Amy pressed it.Well, none of this really bothered me too much because I knew that we would be missed fairly soon, and someone would come and find us before too long.I didn't have anything else to do so I happened to notice that Amy looked kind of interesting in her tee shirt and jeans. Never saw her dressed like that before, and it gave me a real good idea about what she might look like underneath her clothes. For some.