I came three times on that prick. Try to get the same suite, even if I have to pay extra for it. Les has the money, if I don’t. NO. We will call dow... for room service the way we always do. I am not going to make the whole damn staff get more suspicious. ‘Mr. Big’ paged both of us, in tandem, last time and both of us were so fucking busy he lost a sale. He was pissed! Bye. Les read the entry twice, once standing, once sitting down, then reading the same text through his fingers spread out over. His cock would beg to differ, however, as it again went hard and dripped cum. Despite being turned on his pride fueled a defiant streak within him. Vowing to put an end to this nightmare, he debated his next move.While Frank had the luxury of contemplating this “situation”, Darlene was not so fortunate. Mr. Q’s men cleaned her well as expected and made sure all the cameras had new video cards to record James’ destruction of yet another white pussy. Once they had completed their tasks they. ...I didn’t even know I could feel that. Then he began to lick more and more of my clit, my eyes were closed by then and my head was leaning up against the wall. Then he slid a finger between my legs and right inside me, I moaned. He slowly began to finger fuck me while licking my clit faster by the second. He was licking in circles and left and right. Then he started sucking and made my back arch and he slipped another finger inside me, I could tell he was touching my g spot, I had never felt. That is largely fat, too. Hard rubbery fat, but fat. A good description is I look like a football player who barely failed to make the professional scene, and spent the years crying over a mountain of beer cans about it. I didn't, but it gives you an idea.I look harried. My hair is a dark blonde, long and bushy, very full. Beatle's type. Except it is usually unkempt. I never comb it. I have a beard that is the product of not shaving. I trim it, but not often enough for it to look anything but.