Okay. And what does that make me?”“Our secret boyfriend?” Bethany suggested with a helpless little shrug.I looked back at Mark who was frowning ...n confusion. “Secret boyfriend?”I knew what Bethany wanted. Our bestie connection was white hot at that moment. “You don’t like that bimbo you’re dating. Just dump her and play with both of us instead.”“Play?” he asked, obviously still struggling with the situation.“Yeah,” I laughed, the idea sounding more exciting by the moment. “Come over to my house. It was a business hotel and in this particular town business never closed down. “Ask him to come up,” said Em, her nipples now hot rocks. He arrived at her door. Em did a double take. Derek was the man in the movie. The action had been real, it wasn’t just a porn film script. No wonder the room had looked strangely familiar. No wonder the acting was so good. It wasn’t acting. It was real. Derek said, “Mel, the concierge you spoke to, said she thought you might have watched that in house. They sailed 'thout me. I was, well, you know, enjoyin' myself. Time she woke me, they was gone. I'll get two dozen on my back if I don' find 'em. Might hang me for a deserter." You ain't British," he said, producing a pistol from behind him. Looking into that barrel was like looking down a well. I had left my weapons, cartridge box and bayonet hanging on my horse, and that decision now looked like another mistake."No," I said, putting on my friendly and innocent smile. "I'm a Marylander. Got. My head is swimming, my breathing ragged, my hands pulling on the back of his head wanting more contact with his mouth and tongue on my clit. My chest is heaving from my heavy breathing and I feel him bring me to the brink of an orgasm and just as it comes crashing down on my body he shoves a finger in my ass and I cum harder than I ever have in my life. When I finally return from this out of body experience he is still on his knees kissing my pussy and making me jump every time he licks my now.