"Now tell me," she started then gave me a couple of deep throat strokes, "are you willing to act then all out with me? Do we have a deal?"She started ...o suck me again, taking me deep. I started getting images of what I was surfing for tonight. I had images of a lot of things, but what did I surf for tonight? Teens? Anal? Group stuff? Hell, pretty much everything I had tried. Here she was, though, willing to go through with it with me. Here she was giving me the best damn blowjob in years. I was. Why do I take you to these things?’ Straightening up slowly and inhaling with care, I scratched my chin, adopting my best thoughtful, contemplative look—a ‘Thinker’ pose but with more clothing. ‘Because,’ I responded, ‘… because I’m so super-cool that being seen with me will fool people into thinking you might be cool too?’ Kate threw me another elbow, a bit less forceful than the last. I could tell she was pursing her lips together to suppress a smile, though. ‘OK, maybe not, maybe not. I’ll. He’d been gone for half an hour. There was nothing to distract her but the occasional muted comings and goings of hotel traffic: the whir of luggage wheels on plush carpets, muffled cell phone conversations and the occasional laughter of partners entering and exiting the secret world of their rooms.Who would believe what she was doing in hers?Like a Catholic schoolgirl, she sat in the straight-backed chair that had been tucked in the corner of the Parisian suite. Meant mostly for decoration,. Marcy was dressed in the dress she had posed in but had left the thong, the garter-belt and stockings behind.It was chilly so she wore the jacket but not for the sake of modesty, for the sake of warmth.Another romantic candle-lit dinner. Another bottle of French wine. Marcy didn't object when she heard Kevin tell the taxi driver to take them to the Reeperbahn. She thought he probably wanted to see another sex show which, she realized, would have been just fine with her. That was what Kevin had.