' Lynn whispered again trying to recapture Jim's attention, by turning his face toward hers, for another kiss.'Who is he?' Jim asked kissing her back,...his eyes still on the sick old man in the wheel chair in front of him.'My husband', Lynn said laughing softly nibbling on Jim's lip.'Fuck you’re a total bitch', he said lifting her up and throwing her on the bed. They both laughed rolling on the bed together.He kissed her neck while his hand played with her clit, his eyes on David’s. Lynn moaned. Things were bad enough that he was sleeping in his studio rather than at home, so we thought that he could use some company. At dinner he told us some about what was going on. His wife was being very mean at the time, fighting with him all the time. Worst of all, even though she acted like she hated him, she was also always acting jealous and accusing him of cheating with his models. This really pissed my wife off, as she had worked for him and knew that he always acted like a total. I got the bag with Tasha’s present from the back seat, then locked the car. We walked up to the front door and Tasha unlocked it, but I sat down on the step from the walk to the porch.“Why are you sitting?” she asked.I smiled, “A matter of trust.”“You don’t trust me?”“Not trust between you and me,” I replied. “Your dad trusting me to bring you here and be alone for ten minutes or so.”Tasha nodded and sat down next to me. She took my hand and we interlaced our fingers.“I think you know how to. ‘Please hurry then, Room 345.’ I sprinted over, bettering my best time by 3 or 4 seconds for the short distance. As a consequence I was sweating when I knocked on her hotel door. I told myself it wasn’t nerves. The door opened so suddenly I almost fell into the room. ‘Oh! I’m so sorry, James. I thought you’d never get here and was waiting by the door listening for your footsteps . . .’ ‘And never heard them . . .’ We both smiled at that and I took her in my arms and kissed her. We took our.