As soon as he passed through the glass doors, I welcomed him back to the hotel, calling him Mr. Hughes. He glanced towards me and thanked me. I told h...m that I hoped he'd had a good evening and that I hoped everything about his room was satisfactory. He assured me that it was as he came closer to the counter. I was reeling him in. I continued to make casual conversation as I walked in front of the counter. I'd remembered to change into my stiletto heels. I noticed him noticing my long legs as. "Tiffany, we're through!" I said. The tears were coming, my tears. I couldn't stop them. She suddenly looked stunned."Oh my, no," she said. "I love you not him. He's just a plaything. A sex toy, that's all. Can you understand that, Dexter? Just a sex toy, nothing more."She was combing my hair back with her hand. "Let's go home, my husband. I need to make you feel all better," she said."No dammit!" I said. "Seein' you—him—it's..." She started to cry too. I wanted to reach for her, do my duty to. As I pulled out, a few small drops of cum followed my head and dripped down her lips onto the rock below her. “Oops!” She exclaimed as she looked down between her legs. “Don’t want any of that to go to waste!” She reached her hand down between her legs; her fingers graced over her outer lips as they dipped onto the rock and scooped up the bit of cum that leaked out. She immediately brought her fingers to her lips and sucked the cum right into her mouth. She made a moaning sound and smiled as I. She wasn’t gone long.“Why didn’t you find something to watch?” she asked.“Because I’d rather be in your bedroom about to fuck you,” I thought. “I don’t like messin’ with other people’s stuff,” I told her.“You could have at least turned a light on,” she said, laughing a little.“The dark is fine,” I said.She came over and sat beside me on the couch, picking up a remote from the coffee table. I put an arm around her as she flicked through the channels. She stopped on an old episode of The X Files.