She sat in my lap and whispered excitedly in my ear, "Four hundred and fifty fucking dollars! For half an hour's ... work?!"She threw her arms around ...e and kissed me passionately. She finally noticed her husband was missing and she looked at me questioningly. I nodded under the table and she grinned and buried her face in my neck.The manager came over and whispered in my ear that it was time to take care of the cops. I told him that I don't trust them, that I want to keep an eye on them from. I soaped up her pussy to a fine lather. I even clean her ass, and shoved a finger inside. She stroked my cock with soap until it foamed. She even shoved a finger up my ass too. I was done, but she wanted to wash her hair. I stepped out of the shower, grabbed my towel and clothes, walked out of the stall, sat on the bench and began to dry myself. It was natural for me to do this because, after all, it was the men's room. But what would Anne do?Suddenly, I flashed on an incident I saw happen back. "Shut up" you giggle, and pull me down to the bed. We lay there stroking each other's bodies kissing deeply and slowly. You push me on to my back and straddle my face. Your soft sweet pussy inches from my mouth. I gladly push my tongue between the soft folds of skin and find your hard little clit. You lean down and take the tip of my long hard thick cock in to your mouth and start to work the shaft up and down with your hand. I suck your hard little clit into my mouth and tease it as fast as I. “Well, I only hope you leave the best bits of you for me, that’s all.” “Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” “And Daph?” “What is this? Twenty questions?” She turned to look at me to see if I was mucking about or not. I greeted her with a huge cheeky grin. “Yes, I’ve had my way with Daph,” I told her in a voice that suggested capitulation to her questioning. “I thought so.” She replied, a smug look on her face. “Not that it matters. I will leave questioning on those fronts for another.