I left a $20 bill on the pillow for the housekeeping staff and straightened up, though the only place that came close to needing it was the bathroom, ...ue to my morning shower. I didn't make the bed.It had been close to forty years since I'd rented a hotel room myself, so all the fine print and details were new to me, including the fact that I was able to do some sort of instant checkout. Apparently they feel safe in letting you leave without a room check when they have your credit card info to. I went down and kissed her cunt. I had one hand squeezing her breast, and using my free hand, I spread her lips and started to eat her out.“Oh my god… ppppppllllllleeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeeee don’t stop!” she moaned.She was going insane, her breathing getting deep and soft moans only contained by the pillow she was moaning into. So now I got both of my hands and spread her open further and go even further. That’s when I felt her hand grab the back of my head and push me into her crotch. I would. I got there about an hour early. Good. There was time to take my bags up, grab a bottle of water, relax a little bit. He was sitting in the lobby. I actually didn't see him at first. I went straight to the counter and gave the lady my name. She pointed at him and said he was looking for me. At that point he walked over, holding papers, saying something about me proofing something. I said I'd be happy to, thinking "What the hell is he doing? Seriously?" When the elevator doors closed he said,. The movie ended ten minutes later, and I’d turned in, still excited by the taste of her skin and the warmth and closeness of her body.I was almost asleep when my mind announced that there was someone else in the room. I’d long ago understood what the concept of the Second Amendment meant, and had a Baretta 92F 9mm pistol under my pillow ever since. My hand closed around the grip, and I softly took it off safety. I wasn’t sure who it was, and my half-dream state, I had forgotten that Celeste was.