Pam nearly laughed. "What the heck is that?" she whispered up at me, eyes wide, glittering."The only way she can get off." Huh?"I took her hand and re...ched it between us, withdrawing from her cunt enough so I could form her hand in a grip around the base of my cock. "You know, bzzzzz," making her mime my staff as a vibrator."No, I don't know," she giggled. "I get all the bzzzzz I need from the real thing."Then there were noises like Linda had a bad case of the hiccups."Is that how she sounds. Like this one he had violated protocol to make entry without a RIT or charged line. The difference on the last being that one wasn't successful.It was a moment later when he heard a feminine voice behind him. He turned to find a beautiful and petite blonde, “are you Carl?” Carl nodded and she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. She dropped back down and smiled, “you saved them! My daughters, you saved them.” The feeling of her breasts pressed into his chest added with. You, however are in a league of your own, you strut along the beach, posing and outing all the time, flicking your hair, seeking the attention that you desire. You are bare foot, your toes are perfectly manicured and painted Barbie girl pink and you wear a silver ankle chain. Your long tanned legs are orange and also glimmer in the sun from where the salon added slitter to your spray tan. Where most of the girls on the beach wear bikinis, you are wearing a pair of tiny denim cut off shorts,. We continued to make out like this until all was gone. Before we exit the stall she
pulls out a card and writes a number on it, hands it to me as she tells me, "Eight O'Crock," and slips out of the stall, and out of the restroom.Eight O'CrockThe card was from the downtown hotel she had a room at, and she included the room number. As I take the elevator to the penthouse, it suddenly stops and I hear over the intercom, "Eight O'crock?" 

I reply, " I come now," and the elevator shortly resumes.