It was an engine. That was what he heard, a motorcycle engine. But no one around here owned a motorcycle. Why would... That girl, the other one of the...task force. The brunette. What was her name? She drove a motorcycle.His study was at the back of the house. The lights couldn't be seen from the front. He hurried over and hit the switch, dousing the room in darkness except for the light coming in the window from the backyard light.He heard the sound of footsteps close to the front door and. That’s for sure!”The next morning we fucked again in the shower, then checked out of the hotel and jumped in Matt’s car, heading back to Seattle.We weren’t on the road 10 minutes before I had Matt’s pants unzipped and his cock in my hand, sliding my fist up and down his shaft as we drove toward home. He got hard pretty quickly, and we hadn’t been driving thirty minutes before I could tell he was about to erupt. So, I leaned over and covered the tip of his prick with my lips and jerked him off. I decided to get a taxi from my hotel to her flat, and see if she was in. I knew she sometimes did evening photo shoots so may not be at home, but perhaps her housemates would know where she was."Hello?" said the tall blonde. The accent was 'epper clars'; the sort of pronunciation the Queen uses. She was exquisite (the blonde, not the Queen), there was no other word for her. She was as tall as I was, though she was wearing heels. She was slim, perfectly proportioned, and wearing impeccable make. Then she forced her feet inside my mouth and put it deep till I got choked then she removed it and made me suck her toe while she fingered her pussy then she removed the toe from my mouth and inserted her fingers in my mouth and I sucked it then she again put fingers in pussy then in my mouth then she pulled the me by the belt towards her pussy and started licking it like a mad dog she started scratching my back with her nails I liked her pussy till she cummed 3-4 times and drank all her.