He looked at Lucas and said.“We barely know him, I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that.”“Yeah, what if he cheats on us? We need to proce...d with caution.”Turning his gaze back to Amelia, Marcus asked in a low voice.“Do you find him attractive?”“Of course he is, he’s very handsome. He’s also talented and daring like you said.”Hearing her words, he strangely nodded his head slightly as if in agreement with her. Not noticing that small gesture, Amelia turned to Marcus and said.“Did you say you. She’s leaning her head back, her eyes half closed as she looks up at me. Her makeup is a fuzzy mess, her dark eyeshadow smudged mess and most of her red lipstick rubbed off while sucking cock. We don’t talk as our eyes meet, but I feel my cock stirring to full hardness. Her lips part as her breathing quickens in anticipation. I kneel in front of her and grab her legs, grasping them under her knees and parting them. Gently but firmly, I open her up for me. She isn’t wearing panties, and her. ”A young miss pushed the cart through the door and then stood there shaking slightly. My gun was behind my back, but she could tell that something was not right.“The concierge sent me,” she said, obviously frightened. “Please don’t hurt me, Mister W,” she wailed as she burst into tears.“I won’t,” I said. Then I pushed the Glock into my belt in the back and showed both my hands as I continued, “Please take the cover off the cart... slowly.”She slowly lifted the cloth revealing a half-dozen. I turned around and looked in the toilet bowl. The toilet bowl was full of big globs of thick white shit. I thought it was strange until I remembered drinking the hot chocolate Tony had made for me the night before. I figured maybe my white shit, my clogged throat, salty mouth and weird dreams all were side effects from the hot chocolate. What was worse, not sleeping or the side effects? I figured not sleeping was worse than any side effects. I took a leisure shower letting the water sooth my.