Donnas hands went down and pulled her lips apart, exposing me to her wide open cunt. I started licking the length from her fuck hole to her clit. She ...as constantly moaning and started moving her hips in little fucking motions. Yes, oh fuck yes. Eat me. Eat my cunt Scotty. I flicked her clit back and forth and then rubbed hard against it. I pushed my tongue as deeply into her hole as I could. Lower, go lower Scotty. Lick my ass hole too. Damn, youre driving me crazy, youre going to make me. My photo studio is like a miniature apartment, complete with a leather couch, a love seat, artwork, wood floors, a faux- fire place and a mini-bar. Steve was on time. He was dressed casually in jeans and a button down plaid shirt, wearing his white cowboy hat. I welcomed him in with a hug. He carried with him a business suit in a clothes bag. I offered Steve a drink from the bar. I already had a head start on him and had poured myself a red wine. “You can’t drink alone,” Steve remarked taking. I fished out a dollar for a tip just to keep her checking on me. As I worked to get a nice buzz going I watched this slot machine screen jam through every single play, payoff and bonus game. Every now and then it would go to a black screen, show some post messages and then be back to playing again. She explained to me that was when they did firmware updates."Wow that was fast," I told her as I was starting to feel really nice from the alcohol.She smiled at me to say, "I wish. It just did a. Chloe wasn’t crying or saying anything cruel. Patrick was polite. I wondered what they were saying. Then I decided it wasn’t any of my business.He came back to me a little while later. “Closure,” he said. I took his hand.Chloe glanced back at me and I waved at her. She smiled and waved back before disappearing into the banquet hall.Patrick and I had decided we wouldn’t go to the actual reception. It didn’t seem fair or appropriate. It was Chloe’s day. We didn’t want her to feel sad or.