The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out into what I believe was the basement of the museum. I spotted a closed-circuit television camera on the ...all. It appeared that Sasha knew the museum very well, since she directed us down the hallway and into a dark room about fifty feet from the elevator.The room door automatically closed behind us and I stood there in the expanse of the room, in total darkness. waiting for my eyes to refocus and adjust. I must admit, I was a bit confused, until . .. Her pink lips looked so inviting. Crawling between her legs Mary watched Ann's face. The gentle kisses along the strands of hair about her pussy excited her more. Mary inhaled deeply smelling the intoxicating sent of her vagina. With anticipation Ann began to shake, then flinched when Mary pressed her tongue against her lips. A bead of liquid escaped her folds. Mary's heart jumped when her tongue picked it up. Last night came rushing back. The sent, taste, texture of Ann's pussy caused her own. And she had said if she was pregnant she was pregnant. That bent his mind too.This was just too good to be true. That was the problem. His superstitious mind couldn't account for this much good happening without something bad being there to counterbalance it.She was leaving in the morning. That was bad. He looked at the clock. It was two-fifteen.He decided that if he only had six or seven hours left with her, he was going to make it count. He hopped to the light switch, and then to the bed in. .." I said 'everyone thinks I'm off to Paris'. I'm catching the early-bird to New York. I'm already booked. I'll be checking out of the hotel right after I hang up this call. After that, I'll get a taxi to the airport. I'll be landing in Newark at four this afternoon—or tomorrow afternoon to you."She sighs into the phone."But, Roger," she protests, "I had plans. I can't just take off without..." Do you still have the key to the corporate retreat on Cape May that I gave you last year?" he asks.