"Only serving food and topping up wine glasses. Itshouldn't be difficult and if the guys are eating wonderful food they won'tcare if I make a few mist...kes."Betty laughed. "They might not but Dan won't be happy if you embarrasshim." I will be careful and do my best to get things right...honestly," saidBlake. "I want Dan to be happy with me."Betty nodded and went off to dish up Blake's main course.Dan popped his head into the kitchen to tell Betty and Blake that the menwere seated at the dining. .. Queen Cobra... obviously that's not your real name, so I'll call you... ?" You'll call me Queen," she said, motioning for him to sit in a loveseat. She walked to the sofa opposite him, sat down, and drew her legs up. "Remember the rules of this interview, Pete. You were never here. What you will write about will not contain any names, or real places, not even the name of this town. That was the deal." Of course," he chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry. Queen it is." He took out his pad and pen. I wondered if someone in the hall would be able to hear. Her flesh was warm under my palm, and with each blow she made a low sound of pleasure mixed with pain. My cock strained against the material of my pants. Each little moan of pleasure made me want to hit her harder, to even make her consider backing out. Again, and again. Her skin quickly grew pink, then red. I lost count of how many times I'd hit her. Fuck “polite.”“Please…” she murmured, her face still jammed against the textured wall.. "Is that for me?" I asked through his kiss, rubbing my body against it. He just groaned, and sucked my tongue.He was pushing me toward the bed, but I needed a minute. I pushed him back, told him to get in bed and wait, and I'd be right out. I pushed him back onto the bed and went to the powder room. I took care of some personal things, and patted myself clean with a damp hand towel, and thought about it... and stripped down to absolutely nothing. I wished I'd thought of bringing my sexy.