You again slide your hand in my pants, feeling all my wetness. You whisper that you want to taste me too. Pulling your hand out, your fingers are wet,...and you lick my precum off them and rub some on your lips just to tease me. My cock is aching to be sucked, but we're still at the table. I call the server over and quickly pay the bill so we can leave. I tell you I want us to go to my room, but you have other plans. You lead me outside to the pool and push me down on one of the lounge chairs. He kissed her full on the lips. When he was done, she opened her eyes and saw his handsome devilish face smirking at her.He stood up straight. The cock was in front of her again, drenched in her saliva, glistening.He leaned the cock against the side of her face. She closed her eyes again. He put it on the other side of her face, by the neck, and her head curled into it. As he slid the cock on her face, it brushed past her lips.She felt her mouth open. Her tongue moved towards it.He left it on. You squeezed it and said, “Are we going to have sex just as soon as we get into our room?” Surprising you I answered, “No. I don’t think so.” “Why not?” you demanded. “Because,” I said without looking at you. “I have a little more work to do that has to be e-mailed today. Also, I have made dinner reservations at a very nice place in the hotel. We will have just enough time for you to have a hot, soothing bath and change clothes before we leave for dinner.” I was just pulling into the parking. This time though, a knife to your side provides a very painful epiphany: you had gotten too complacent.Jeremy had always been a hands-off kind of guy: his hands were too good to be getting dirty “taking out the trash”. But he'd hardly been a sane and competent individual back in high school, and the addition of booze, drugs, tattoos, and violence into his life since then did nothing to suggest he was on the path to bettering himself.You were so focused on the knife that you had been unguarded.