.. they haven't taken my pictures yet, for the... the album." She tore off a button as more tears flowed.Mr. Tankerton got up and used his handkerchie... to dry her tears. "Take your time girl, then turning to the other man. "I guess they haven't taken the pictures because I was away. I do have presidential privileges you know." They both laughed smugly as he sat down again to continue their discussion.After a few minutes the other man began staring at her now naked body, his eyebrows raised. The man lying on the bed only moved a little bit at the tremendous crash of gunshots. He was lying on his belly, naked, with a nasty looking wound in his left ass cheek. The bullet must have tumbled as it passed through the muscles and flesh, because there was only a small entry wound, but a massive chunk of meat was missing where the exit wound might have been. The whole area looked like gangrene had set in, and the infected area was too high to fix by amputation. In essence, the man on the. I watched with bated breath as Jo dropped to her knees in front of her husband and slowly dipped her head towards his lap. As she did so her mouth opened into a gorgeous pout, worthy of the famous chocolate Flake TV advert. Her lips encircled the head of Wes engorged cock. I could see that there was still no bodily contact between them. Wes gave off a few little groans of pleasure as Jo pushed his hands away from his penis. He was clearly ready to wank into her mouth. Jo backed off slightly and. Maybe both. Also, It didn't say which hotel, so I assumed it would be the one place the 3 of us had rendezvoused several times before. The key attached to the note did not have a tag, and the only marking was the room number etched on the top of one side.So here I stood, proven correct in my assumptions about the location, yet still unconfirmed on the author of the note. As I took a few steps in, the door closed behind me and swiftly a soft silky blindfold was wrapped around my eyes from.