She had been trying to avoid it all morning, but couldn’t help being reminded of her dream the moment she saw her son’s face. No, it wasn’t the ...ream that bothered her. She’d had stranger dreams than that. No. It was what she did when she woke up with the memory of her dream still fresh in her mind that left her a little afflicted. She wasn’t thinking straight. Noah avoided eye contact as he ate his breakfast and discussed some trivialities with his mother. The email he got the night before. Libby moved about adjusting this and that before buzzing his ear and whispering ‘Enjoy…’. The door closed behind her. Zack heard breathing in the room, more than one person. The movement of air against his skin told him that they were moving around him. He heard their soft footsteps on the carpet. He sensed a body’s radiated warmth in front of him. Her hands induced his knees apart as she knelt between them. Her hands relocated to touch his flaccid manhood. Fingers grazed the knob and shaft,. She turned and did as she was told. Even under the influence of my Charm, she was following her need to be instructed. Maybe it wasn't just a conscious effort. I hadn't considered that before.Surprisingly, the trip to the hotel was short, but Yvonne had been right. I was in no condition to drive. I sat in the front passenger seat, but my thoughts were only for the girls in the vehicle. The trip seemed short because my thoughts were extremely distracting.I led the way to the elevator. All of us. "How about dinner Friday night?" I asked."You don't mind going out with a cop?" she asked lightly, but the tension around her eyes seemed to indicate that there was more than levity behind the question.I shrugged, "Not if you don't mind going out with an aging cyclist who has trouble hauling his ass up the hills around here."She laughed and looked at me sideways, "Shall I bring my uniform, in case we decide to do more than have dinner? I know a lot of guys have fantasies about makin' it with a.