"I'm just here for a couple days and ... I really should get going." Sure," he nodded. "To meet your husband, right? I noticed you don't have a ring."...What? Oh..." Emily frowned slightly. She wasn't used to lying and the woman wasn't very good at it."That's okay," Mike smiled again as they stood there on the sidewalk. "It's none of my business, but..." But what?" She pulled some blonde hair out of her face as a dry wind picked up for a second."If your husband doesn't meet you," Mike said. She completed my tour of the Strip and returned to my hotel. It felt nice having her with me as we walked through the lobby to go to my room. Once in the room, nothing was rushed. I’m a romantic and I enjoy taking my time. She lit some candles then slowly undressed down to her thong. I enjoyed exploring her body, learning every curve and muscle, and hearing her soft breathing. Just caressing her body was nearly overwhelming. We continued talking softly in the candlelight. Slow and delicate, her. After about ten minutes of me focusing on giving her pleasure, Stella opened her legs and told me to lie on my back. Kneeling to my side, she ran her pierced tongue over my nipples as her hand slipped into my boxers and wrapped around my hard shaft. After flicking her wrist a few times, Stella pulled my boxers down and slowly worked her way up my rod, running her tongue stud over every inch of it before swirling her tongue around my head. Looking into my eyes, she proceeded to take all seven. The light was coming through the door jamb. She walked to the door and unlatched it.Looking around, it was an empty field. Looking at the shed, she saw the electric pole coming from it. She was back. Rubbing her head, she felt for any contusions. Had she dreamt the entire thing? As she messed up her hair trying to find the evidence that she was dreaming, she gasped. Looking down at her feet, she noticed she was barefoot. As she moved again, she felt a drip down her leg. Reaching under her.