As we left and went back towards her room, my cock was getting hard again, I was trying to conceal it, but it was hopeless! "You've got to go and see ...y friend now" giggled Martine I gasped "Wh - what?" After I'd protested, and said I couldn't go in in that state. It wasobvious, nervous though I was, that my cock in no way agreed, and was in the mood to party, all night. Martine led me to the door of the room, opened it, and pushed me in. "Hi" said the landlady "I'm Jo... um I thought you might. Her face — even her face seemed pornographic, plump lips, smoldering eyes, upswept, pointed eyebrows with a sharp, savage beauty. Every part of her flesh was sexy — For Brent, even her kneecaps seemed fuck-worthy."B-but wh- I don't understand; you girls know that I lost big at the tables last night! And you're still here? I just ... are you hooker- I mean, working girls? What is it that you-"But she cut him off."I know men love to analyze and understand, but there's no need for that. No need to. “Stop—no don’t—please—no, oh don’t stop,” he said in luxurious arousal, “It is—love times love times love times…”I lowered over him, our eyes locked in desire, as I said, “I need to fuck your ass, Smitty, I need our completion.”“Fuck my ass, Arnie.”I lubed and played with his ass until I felt his body sag into deep relaxation as I heard the chant, lowered in volume and almost slurred in speed.Finally, I slipped on a condom, lubed the length of my cock, and ease into him as I moved down over. She stifled a groan. What a boring book collection. Walking over to her suitcase, she snapped it open and dug around for the bottle of vintage French champagne. When she found what she was looking for, she opened the bottle and slipped into her silk chemise. Not bothering to pour the drink into a flute, she raised a toast to the roof. She looked at the snow falling outside. She would be stuck inside for the next two weeks, all alone. There was no adventure here. Resigning herself to misery,.