I helped him out by pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it aside. His hands reached around me. He unhooked my bra and slid the straps off my ar...s. It dropped to the floor. He slid his hands down my back and around my hips to the zipper of my jeans. His nimble fingers quickly unzipped and unbuttoned them. He slid the waistband down over my ass. He kneeled and slid them down from my thighs to the floor. I stepped out of them. Justin helped me remove my socks. he softly kissed a trail from. After three years splitting time between his home country of Switzerland and it’s consulates-general in San Fran.“Florin,” smiled Lt. Whitmore.“Hello, Jason! How are you,” the dishwater-blond, brown-eyed Swiss man beamed.“I’m well,” Jason stated. “Are we going to the bar?”“Absolutely.”Florin Schaub ordered a Pimm’s Cup. It consisted of Pimm’s No. 1, fresh squeezed lemon, mint, ENglish cucumber, ginger ale, and a splash of cucumber-infused vodka. Jason kept it simple choosing a draft domestic. You held your phone in hand but angled it so that it wasn't blatantly obvious you were recording anything. A bell chimed as the door opened.To your surprise (and mild disappointment) the foyer actually looked pretty... Normal. Not extravagant or nice, mind you, instead it was just shockingly regular for an average motel lobby. The beige walls had occasional paintings of abstract art that were surprisingly well done. Spotting the edges of the room were chairs, coffee tables, and a few potted. I waved to Enke who waved back, and she grabbed another raft and joined me.I would later (in confession) mention how Enke made me feel a twitch of envy!Had I met her FIRST, things might have turned out differently.We began a pleasant conversation and I found out we were so much more compatible than me & Cynthia, who was kind of domineering, once she knew I loved to please her.When I asked Enke where Victor was, she said he suddenly got stomach cramps and after a bout in the bathroom, he would.