I bet there's lots of cum waiting for me!" She looked me in the eye. "Do you want to fuck my face? Hard? I'll let you rough me up and cum on my face i... you promise you'll fuck me next time you're free. I can tell you need to let some frustration out." "Ok," I nodded, "I think that's a pretty favourable deal for me." She pulled off her t-shirt and bra quickly. "I've got to go out in these, and I don't want you making a mess of them," she explained. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and her. At this moment, the position with the Federal judge in New Orleans was looking good. Turning her back to the man, that as her boss had made the past three months a nightmare in more ways than one, she fidgeted with her phone one more time. She squealed when she saw two faint bars, indicating that after two hours, she had faint reception. Pushing the speed dial button, she prayed as the phone was silent for a moment. She sighed heavily when it began to ring at last. At least she would be able. " She replied a bit shyly, her eyes flickering around a bit, head slightly turned downwards. He put a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. A stray piece of hair was near her eye. Using his other hand, he brushed it back, leaving his fingers gently resting against her cheek. Gazing into her eyes, he whispered, “Unless you tell me no, Liz, I am going to kiss you now.” He felt a light shiver run through her. She said nothing, but the shine in her eyes, the warmth, even. I almost burn my fingers on the hot wetness of your pussy, and your juices cover the three fingers I already have inside. Ping. I’ve lost count of the floors but we must be close. Still we haven’t said anything. We don’t need to. This is what we need. A double ping. Fuck we must be there. One final kiss. Smooth down jacket. Tuck in shirt. Doors open. Pick up cases. Walk past the maid, who smiles. Fumble with the card key. Hand shaking slightly, open door to room 1917. After you... Now it.