Imagine rubbing yourself against that, or me sitting on your face, grinding it against your nose and mouth. Maybe you like my tight skirts, heels and ...igs, and my provocative slutty poses. Or the way the shine of my stocking mask encased face defines my features. Look at me. I’m so proud of myself. Be sure of one thing, as you look at my pics: I’ve worn these outfits for guys like you before. I’ve teased and pranced around for them as they wanked/jerked themselves off. I’ve sucked them through. I felt wave after wave hit me. All I could do was tense my body. It lasted a good thirty seconds. It was the longest orgasm I ever had. Exhausted I laid back on my son. He wasn't finished with me yet. He kept thrusting his dick in me. His legs went straight out. My son started shooting his cum in me. I could feel it filling me up. It felt very warm. I stayed still until he emptied his dick in me. Both of us were spent."There's a sign stating there a place to eat about ten miles up the road. Are. . Tremble ... no, Trumble: Patricia Trumble. That’s the one.”“You know what department?”“No, sorry. Might be retail banking, for she never enters our department, and most commercial operations people pop in from time to time, if only to gawk.”“Thanks, Freddie. Enjoy your break?”“Will do. I have a happy wife – she has just told me she is expecting again.”“Congrats, my friend. Give her my best regards. See you soon.”Once off the phone, Julian considered Patricia Trumble. Should he do something. Damn.Suddenly, it dawned on me that I was standing there, clad only in a towel and soaking wet. I quickly apologized.“I said I’d be here in about an hour,” she stated. “I’m a little bit early.”Yes, she was.“Do you still want some company?” she demurely asked.Damn.“Sure,” I nervously replied. I looked past her and down the hallway.“Its just me,” she replied, stepping past me and into the room.I closed the hotel room door. I turned to try and figure out if my surprise guest was there for some fun.