. With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of t...e door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there?? Stephan's getting really nervous. He's always shied away from conflict let alone physical altercations. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He has to do something this time. Besides, this is his room. He forces open. He likes Marella’s presence next to him and finds it calming. John looks at Marella, she’s stunningly gorgeous beside him in her little black dress, her heels, her shining hair piled high in a French twist, looking elegant and poised. Everything going on in the party is Marella’s work and is under her control and John is amazed at her abilities. John can’t help it, he knows it is impossible, but he dreamily imagines that in fact Marella is the perfect trophy wife. Marella is what any man would. We knew it before we walked into the room and as well, I sucked his cock with the same need as before; but with a renewed respect for the deed. He praised me for the ease with which I worked his cock in and out of my throat at such slow leisure. He stroked my face as he watched me work; even eased his thumb slowly over my soaked black moustache and seethed along with me. “You’re so fucking good at it!” He told me. “I can’t help but want to cum in that mouth of yours! I can’t stop till I get. "Seeing me the first thing in the morning would ruin your day."Soon Christmas Eve was a week away and I was a little depressed. As much as I looked forward to spending the holidays with my family and friends, I was saddened by the knowledge that my time with Tonya would come to an end.When she questioned me about my mood during her visit to the mall, I admitted what was bothering me."We both knew that this day was coming did we not?" she asked."Yes," was all I could say."Well we still have a.