I can't wait to speak to you face to face."He hung up before Michelle could say anything else.She flipped the phone closed just as Nick came up behind...her. She turned and smiled at him, trying not to look guilty."What's wrong? You're pale." His voice was concerned, his eyes serious.She just shook her head. "I'm fine." Who was on the phone?" Concern was being joined with curiosity."My dad, wanted to yell at me for not showing up for dinner tonight." She tried to laugh. "I told him it was your. " Well, I'll just go in with her. I'm pretty familiar with women's clothes." We'll see." We had soup and a sandwich for lunch.Kat questioned if there was room for her to stay at the house. Steven said there wasn't, but there was a motel not too far down the road. Seiena looked shocked that her mother wasn't going to be able to stay with her.I stepped in. "Steven, why don't you and I stay in the motel and Kat can bunk in with Seiena. They can have an old-fashioned hen party. Maybe you and I can. ‘Mmm, I’m feeling close, too. I can almost feel you sucking me. Mmm, just a little more, mmm, oh, yeah, I…uh, UH, UH, UNH, UNH, uh, mmm, oh, man, that’s so good,’ he groaned as his warm, salty cum pulsed into my mouth. I pulled back leaving the tip in my mouth as I gently sucked and licked the oozing cum as it came out. ‘Yeah, it was great for me, too. Just like it was really being sucked,’ he told Pam as he smiled down at me. ‘Oh, me, too, it was great. Sure maybe tomorrow night, too. Can’t. It was pathetic how he had allowed himself to fall so far.He took the subway home every night to his lonely apartment in midtown Manhattan. There, no one paid attention to any of the strange faces that passed in the street and every scream was muffled by the sound of the buses honking their horns.He entered a very shabby and dimly lit apartment. He was greeted by his servant, Heather, who was dressed in a form fitting French maid outfit. Her skin was light and pale, with long blonde hair that.