Siding it on, I turned to another mirror on the wall, making sure that everything was properly covered to just the right degree before pulling open my...suitcase of shoes, selected a pair of wood high heel flip-flops that added a good 4 inches to my slight 5’4′ height, the black leather thongs complimenting my bright pink polish on my toe nails. Giggling, I brushed out my long black hair, dropping the brush on the bed as I grabbed my pre-packed beach bag, slipping my room card inside before. I was saving that one for later. I took him into my mouth again for a moment but then decided that payback was a bitch. I looked up into his eyes as I knelt between his legs, still working his cock with both hands and told him what I was thinking. "I wish it wasn't just my mouth on you," I murmured. “I want to be sliding up and down your cock, I want you to take me hard and fast." His pupils contracted and his muscles clenched in reaction to my words, I could see him visualizing it as I spoke,. He'd known they would be playing that particular game, he'd seen the box in the weeks leading up to Xmas and had even commented to Cathy how he was looking forward to it. It was a childish game, true enough, but he could see himself having fun all the same. He hadn't been disappointed. It had been more fun than he'd expected. Everyone had had a good laugh. Everyone had enjoyed themselves but for him, there'd been more than just fun attached to it. They'd been side by side on the game sheet,. Washington lay, sweltering and still, only three or four hours of hard marching away. Never in all the four bloody years of the terrible war had a Confederate army come so close to the Union nerve center, to the Congress, to the Treasury, and to Abraham Lincoln. Robert Lee had not been able to do it. Thomas Jonathan Jackson, whose old brigade marched in his army, had not done it. Stuart's flamboyant horsemen had come this close, but that was just a lark, perhaps a mistake as it turned out. Now.