“Tell me.” “You’re going to fuck me.” “How am I going to fuck you?” “In—” she exhaled hard as he pushed the plug deeper again. ...��In my ass…” “Yes…” Michael whispered as he gently removed the plug. After so many hours, it felt odd to her to have the toy absent. Almost… empty. He moved in close and she sensed the heat of his cock. “Show me. Show me where you want to be fucked.” Casey reached around and traced a slow circle across her relaxed opening. “Here,” she whispered into the sheets.. Carl got up. He noticed that their wallets and watches were all put into a drawer that they could not see from bed but one that was easy to spot once they got off the bed. He bent down to pick up the bullet. He was no armaments specialist, but he could see…the bullet was only a cartridge, the bullet end a wavy piece of brass that would go nowhere…a blank. They had been had…it was all the hotel’s doing. He told Candy what he had figured out. For some reason they cried at the same instant. The. At nights she would walk around in just her panties and a shirt, again, with no bra. Every passing day she would dress more provocative, showing more skin and less clothing. She would leave her panties lying around when she got in the shower. She didn’t bother to pick them up afterwards nor anytime soon till she ran out of clothes to wear. At night we would sit in front of the television and watch our favorite sitcoms or movies that we rented. We’d made popcorn or order in pizza. One evening. Andee noticed her jaw muscles were a little sore after the steamy blowjob she had given her friend the night before. She wiggled out of her shirt first, unhooking her bra next and tossing them both onto the end of the bed. Without taking her mouth off of his rock hard shaft, Andee then shuffled out of her skirt and moist panties, pulling them down to her ankles and kicking them into a pile beside the bed. Now naked except for her high heels, she set her complete attention back on the cock.