It was late afternoon when Cynthia pulled Julie aside. Most of the women were in the kitchen getting dinner going, a turkey saved from the Thanksgivin... sales of the previous November, while Bill and Tom watched a hockey game. Good natured sexist ribbing flowed between the two groups, resulting in Betty coming into the living room to help even the odds against the kitchen. Actually, she just really wanted to see the game.Cynthia looked nervous. Julie took this in, and led the two of them into. I helped her in and we left the restaurant. We stopped at a department store and got some sleeping apparel. Then we went to the Hyatt Regency hotel downtown. "Mr. Markham,would you like your usual suite?" the desk clerk asked. "Yes I would Anthony." "Jonathan, you have a regular suite here?" "that I do Sydney. "Here's the key to the presidential suite." Anthony said. We went to our room and changed clothes for the night. "I can't believe that this is your usual suite." "it is and you can stop. Now my man made me take these pics for you and I am to tell you about each of them. First there is the trashy snow boots which I’ll wear while you and I hang out naked and drink wine and kiss each other laughing casual and pretty but KNOWING you are pretty and liking to show it off. We’d be very pretty together like that.Then there are the yellow whorey Italian shoes. These I wear for serious whore jobs in hotels. God you and I would make a real whore team. We’d get paid loads to put on a show. He removed his finger from her asshole with a popping sound and replaced it quickly with his tongue. When the hard tip entered her rear hole it brought more shrieks of passion from her anguished throat. As he pushed into her further and further with his mouth-cock, her body began to churn with fresh desire.As though he could read her body and her mind perfectly, he waited for just the right moment when he knew her body was again peaking, and raised his head from her ass and cunt. He moved.