Obviously Bubbles had brought her friends along this time, and Anthony wondered how they had gotten in. Had he left the door unlocked, or had the wait...ess from the night before, Marnie, somehow managed to get a key?"What's going on?" Anthony asked as he felt a pair of lips slide down his now erect cock."I wanted to show you off to my friends," the voice in his ear answered. "They really wanted to meet you. You don't mind, do you?" she asked teasingly, her tongue slipping into Anthony's ear. He. She finally realized that he, too, was staring at a memory from the past, whether he knew it or not. She watched as his eyes dropped from a quizzical contemplation of her face to her nametag. Upon the sight of her name, she guessed, his eyes suddenly grew huge. His face suddenly was void of all color, and his jaw seemed as if it was in danger of falling off. Stevie knew Sam was watching him, it seemed, because he mouthed at her an astonished ‘You?!’ All Sammy could do, her heart pounding, is. As Tiffany led them into the house Clara admired it was put together while Sean admired how nicely Tiffany was put together. They made their way to the living room where four very generous glasses of wine were sitting on a table with three large, black leather sofas arranged around it.“Ben will be down in just a second, ” Tiffany said, motioning for them to sit down on one of the couches. Tiffany drifted over to the other couch, still smiling.“Thanks for inviting us over, ” said Clara. The tip of her tongue came out and wet her lower lip before she looked back into his eyes and asked, “What did you have in mind?” “What would you say,” he asked so softly, only she could hear. “If I asked you to come back to my hotel room?” Marianne stared at him. “Are you serious? I’m still thinking that implementing your ‘way of life’ would drop me straight into the ‘floozy’ category of women and now you expect me to go to a hotel room with a stranger?!” “Think of it as a… trial run.” Ryan.