They were obviously looking to have consumed extra drinks than their maximum limit. By the time I reached to my 17th floor room; I could once again se... them standing at the door next to my room, enjoying each other with their mouths mingling and even producing the moaning noises but hearing the elevator ding to stop at the floor; they opened their door; nonetheless too late as I saw them going in. I swiped my key card and walked into my room; took off my clothes and went in the bathroom for a. With a cry of joy, her tongue's quivering tip found the rippling gasping entrance to glory! The Snowflake thanked providence that even at this size, her tongue was long enough to worm its way deep into the Ebon's brain, and enter the glory of glories of her victim's honeypot!Cleo could only whimper as all was lost. Intense pleasure rippled through her as the precious store of honey was slowly, sip by sip, siphoned from her brain. She could feel her strength ebbing, as this energy source was. Why not, you ask? Because it was a pipe dream--yet, at the same time, I wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, I could pull this off. I was convinced that telling anyone--anyone at all--would jinx this thin thread of hope I held, deep down inside.So, I went up to Boston the next weekend. Between the wining and dining (of which there was an inordinate amount), I met and talked with most of the junior partners. Jerry had told me earlier that I hadn't a shot at the position going through. It was only himself and her in the room and still he couldn't bring himself to talk to her. He idly thought about getting into her pants but quickly dismissed it as being a dream that would never happen. He lowered his magazine slightly to view her rear as she bent over. He so wanted to just grab it and squeeze it, feeling her flesh between his fingers.Chloe wore tight demin cutoff shorts that hugged her curvatious behind and a white tank top that barely seemed to be able to contain her.