He would stroke my hear and face and tell me what a good boy I was and how much he loved me. He would stroke and pamper me, bathe with me, massage me ...imself. He was such a unique, fascinating monster, I would sometimes actually fall under his spell. He was quite young himself then, but now would be six years older than when I last saw him. I wondered as I stood dripping sweat in the shadow of the temple, if he would have changed much. I wondered if my bullet would kill him. Was he truly. I thought about Sue and the image of her kneeling down and lapping up my sperm played over and over again in my mind. It was at that time that I realized that this wasn’t the first time, for the past month or more she has been “cleaning” her jacket up in the privacy of our bathroom. That thought blew my mind. That piece of knowledge seemed suddenly nasty and hot all at the same time. That would explain why her jacket was stained but not crusty and why it had become so easy for me get her. It consisted of my swim trunks, toothbrush and toothpaste as instructed. We met in the lobby and quickly went up to their room. The room had two queen sized beds and a balcony that overlooked the pool area. I put down my bag just outside the bathroom and was rapidly undressed by both of them. I managed to get my hands into the tops pants. I pulled out his huge uncut thick cock. I jumped as fingers went up inside my ass as I played with it. Just minutes into it, I found myself on my knees. Taking another sip to give me room to maneuver, I put up a wall between the hurt and me. I needed to get away before I did something else wrong."I need to hit the ladies room," I said with the best smile I could muster. "I'll be back."I avoided looking at Gretchen as I rose and stepped out of the room. Not that it mattered, I thought gloomily; she'd use that damned emotional spidey sense and be pounding on the bathroom door before I could pull myself together. I needed to be where she wouldn't.