He opted to use a hotel close to his apartment, an upscale sort of place that would be nice enough and remove the risk of his neighbors seeing him fuc...ing a prostitute. He waited anxiously for the arranged date, the week passing slowly.He had been pacing the hotel room for an hour since he had checked in, his anxiety suffocating in the small but nicely furnished room. His anxiety reached a crescendo and he was almost ready to call the whole thing off when he heard the gentle knock on the door.. About 8 pm I heard a car outside spinning its wheels in the snow, so I threw on my coat and told my parents I was going out to see whats going on. My neighbor 3 doors down, who I hadn't met yet had pulled out of his driveway and trying to get up the street in 8 inches of snow. Our street was always the last to be plowed. Being the good samaritan I believed myself to be, I got behind the car and pushed, (its what good people did back in those days). His car swerved and fishtailed but got. "Please, what? You didn't finish..." Please... Let me... Let me pump you~!* She said in ecstasy with slight embarrassment as I then let her go up and down, and take her mouth with mine once more. She began to ride me like no tomorrow, her tight once virgin hole grasping at my cock so hard it almost threatens to take it with it as it pulls up. It begins to suck wildly on me, as I begin to get very close. Unlike last time I wasn't hesitant or even worrying about finishing early. I just sat there,. She felt sudden guilt, wondering if it had been one of her Cohibas that had killed Chicago’s Businessman of the Year. Blinking away the tears and closing her eyes, she envisioned the blue and silver boxes of the Davidoffs displayed downstairs along side the Louis XIV. Something wasn’t right! ‘You are not a Davidoff man!’ Indeed not! She glanced one last time at the pad of paper afraid to see what would be there. This time it was blank. She teared up as she slammed her fist down, ‘Talk to.