Jenny came inside and stood few inches away from me trying to avoid my dick touching her body or getting wet under the shower , she began rubbing the ...oap on me , on my chest and back like a mother bathing a child , she rubbed on my butt and my legs , after that she cleaned my body with water , she couldn’t help noticing my dick which just hung there in front of me , I came close to her and caught her hips and tunred her around and made her lean on the wash basin , she knew what was coming next. I love that dress, it’s up there in my favourites list.So problem is I’m not much of a dancer and if she ends up getting a offer from someone else when were out, then who am I to interfere in her fun. And hey I am a pervert who likes to dream about her being fucked by others, so I don’t intervene. And hey when we get home and she’s so horny ( probably thinking about the other guy) I always get a major fucking. Problem tonight was this night wasn’t going as well as nights of the past usually do. As the bourbon slid over my tongue I savored the taste,mentally toasting my new job. I didn't notice anyone else in my room.By the time I did, it was too late. He lunged at me, covering my facewith a damp cloth. Everything went black to the smell of chloroform.I awoke staring at the ceiling. I had no idea how much time had passed,but I was sure that I was no longer in my hotel room. There weresterile fluorescent lights on the ceiling. When I turned my head Icould see a large, moveable. "I'm looking for the pokemon I left here!" Misty explained, her mouth close to the glass, "Have you seen them?"The tentacruel bobbed up and down in an affirmative gesture before extending a tentacle meaningfully. "In there with you?" inquired Misty hopefully, to which the tentacruel replied by detaching from the wall of glass and darting off through the water."Come on, she's going to show us," said Misty, grabbing Miranda's hand impulsively and leading the courier off down the hall, suppressing.