John moved suddenly, trying to enter me, but I laid a hand on his chest to stop him. He cocked his head at me, questioning. ‘I want to try something...different.’ ‘And what is that?’ he asked, struggling for dignity. We both grinned at his efforts—dignity was hard while a woman had your cock in hand. ‘Roll over,’ I said. He did. Rather shyly, I swung my leg over him and straddled his hips. His eyes lit with understanding, and he reached up to run his fingertips over my breasts. I shivered and. Facebook...'incorrectpassword'....email...'incorrect password'...messenger...'incorrectpassword'. I felt the colour drain from my face. He'd done it, he'dchanged all the password log-ins...I couldnt access any of my accounts.Almost sobbing with fear I logged on to facebook as a guest and looked upmy profile, dreading what was going to be on display. Nothing! Well,the same pic I'd had up for years. I gasped with relief, he was joking,surely, its all just a joke, it must be. It must be...I kept. “Hello?” Sam got right to the point. “Put the outfit on that’s in the second drawer under my jeans, then come to Room 61200. You have 15 minutes.” She heard him hang up. “15 minutes! Crap.” She dried off quickly and continued to rub the towel through her hair while she opened the drawer. Under the jeans were her black mini skirt, a white tube top, stockings, garter belt, heels and black lace panties. She put them on the bed then concentrated on her hair and make up. She knew her hair would. I didn’t. I said look you shower and I’ll pop down the bar text me when you’re out and ready, then we can swop...ok she said...shit wish she'd asked me to wash her back by golly I would have done more than that, she was very short but had an hour glass figure, a smile to die for, a great sense of humour and fabulous tits, oh yes shaved pussy too, told you we had very intimate chats, i even knew her fantasies.I went down and drunk a Guinness in the bar then bleep my text went...ready hun... Ok i.