But was it love? Politeness in general and thoughtfulness in bed did not mean it was, necessarily. He looked at other women, of course he did — it w...s his profession — but he never compared others to Marianne.What did it all mean?Marianne got up and tiptoed into the bathroom, trying not to wake Chris up. She'd almost finished her morning routine when she doubled over and was noisily sick into the toilet. Again.She was just about to wipe her face when she heard Chris' voice from the bedroom. I had to have something, and I pulled the sheet over my head trying to figure out what it was.She'd bitten me.How had I forgotten that? I jerked upright, ignoring the shaft of light as it burned my eyes. Like staring into a welder's torch, everywhere I turned. I looked around the room, blinking between my fingers as I covered my face and searched for her. For the woman who knew my real name. I'd forgotten that too. But it was coming back to me. Making love to her, letting her hold me, feeling. “God Damn…. so tight…. now you’re in control, Bitch!” he grunted. “Fuck on my cock as hard as you want…. mmmmmm, Yeah just like that!”He let her take as much of his cock as she wanted, slowly pulling her down on his erection, with his hands gripping her hips. She loved it…. John didn’t go as deep…. Jim’s cock took her breath away. She squeezed his thighs between her spread legs, and slowly slid up and down on his cockshaft, with him gripping her hips tightly. She quickly found a steady rhythm. As the vehicle came to a halt, I pressed her pussy hard. She gasped for air. I could see her blushing cheeks and quick breaths.The driver now knew what was going on. I paid him, rushed to the reception, paid the booking amount, completed formalities, and he showed us to our room.As soon as we got in the room, I ordered two cups of coffee to the houseboy and asked him to bring them after 45 minutes. We entered the room. I closed the door behind me. I saw her stretching her body.“Sit,” I ordered..