As the band broke for a breather, I went to our table and picked up my purse. I looked at him. He dropped money on the table, his eyes never leaving m...ne and we walked hand in hand into the night.Tonight I was being lured as much as I was luring. I had no motive other than to be with Myron. I did not seek him for his blood. I sought him because I cared for him. Whatever he wanted tonight I would try to give him.We entered the compound where I lived, then my bungalow. I remember him taking it. I'm feeling your hard cock and bend down to unzip your pants. As I'm squatting down, I pull your stiffness out and begin to suck on you right there, where anyone who passes by can see what I'm doing to you. One of your friends walk by and sees what's going on and gives you a high five and goes on. YOu pull away and tell me we need to go back to your place where we can be alone.I tell my friends that I'm leaving and we go to your car. Once inside, my dress is up high and you put your hand on. As soon as I saw his huge cock I had to have him while Joanne watched. “While I was sucking him the room service boy came in and watched. He was almost beside himself as he watched a woman more than twice his age blowing a huge cock.”“Tell me what Joanne is doing?”“She is leaning over a bed with her legs apart, and Julian is rubbing oil up the insides of her thighs, now all over her arse cheeks.“Listen to what they are saying.”“Love your hairy cunt on top of those glorious long legs. I never. “You hear from him lately?” said Owen Cord.“Yes, just today, a letter,” said Abigail. “I’ve been terrible about keeping my promise to write him. It’s been almost three weeks since I sent him the new pictures of the children.”“I bet he’s loving those,” said Owen. She smiled.“That’s a real safe bet,” she said. “I’m going to write him tonight.”“Why don’t you just email him? I mean if he’s at the headquarters wouldn’t he have access to email?” said Owen.“Yes, but not all of the time, and sometimes.