There was warmth in them as she looked down at me and smiled. I darted my eyes to the name tag above her left, large breast. It read, Miss Tress. I la...ghed out loud and tried to sit up. Bombs went off in my head when I lifted my head off the pillow.“Easy, big fella,” Miss Tress snickered. “You took quite the blow to your noggin. You have been out cold for almost twenty-four hours.”I looked up at Miss Tress and asked, “How did the surgery go?”“Please, call me Delilah. The hospital refuses to. . and there can not drag me into it, ca resist, I push myself to make fart tail, nothing works. The beautiful under the influence of scotch Just Fun lets himself go gracefully .. pushing a few groans and grabbing me by the neck .. After several tries I finally have a presence of mind to take a look and there I see my tie firmly planted in her pussy, I was trying to return my tie as a hood .. I removed the object of crime that had delicious wet spot and a wonderful smell .. after .. And I could. No longer could the animal inside him be contained, however. Brian had wanted Geneveve ever since he first laid eyes on her, almost a year and a half ago. She was the object of every fantasy, every desire, every need. Brian was thirsty, and his thirst needed to be quenched. Hurriedly, he undid her buttons, pulled down her dress. Picking her up easily, he carried her to the bed, and consumed her entire body in kisses, sucking and touching and pure fire. Everywhere. The room heated up at least 10. But Carson couldn’t forget the look in Mr. Armisen’s eye the night he found Carson on the floor outside his hotel room, his erection fully exposed. Maybe it was funny? Maybe they could laugh about it.Before he knew it, Carson found himself wandering back to the fourteenth floor. He had made up some flimsy excuse that he was just looking to help tidy things up. But when he knocked at the door, no one answered.His heart sank. Fuck, Carson thought. He’s gone. But he shouldn’t be--Mr. Armisen.