.. too much. I’m...”“Mmmmmmm” and her head nodded. She said something, muffled because her lips stayed closed around my shaft.“NNnnghghhh!�... and I exploded. Her tongue kept time with my spurts, pulling me along with her gentle suction until I – my entire existence – was contained in a stream of fire.I thought she’d quit. She didn’t quit. Kept sucking. Part of me wanted her to stop, to let me just enjoy. The other part wanted to keep the feelings going as long as she kept up. The second part won,. Clever dude had also popped a sleepy-time pill into the evening drink of the bodyguard.The hotel was quiet as the trio creeped towards the door. Renard knocked."Who is there?" came a voice from the other side. American female. Sounded young."Abduction squad," blurted out Oliver."What!?!" What the fuck is wrong with you, bro!" snarled Denis."But we is here to..." THWACK!"Errr ... Missy Hewitt?" continued Renard, " It's ... err ... room service."After a tense moment Oliver was relieved to see the. "Probably," said Sarah. "What about with me though?" I can't speak for her on that," I said. "Why don't you stay here until she comes out of the shower?" OK," said Sarah shyly.I found it amazing how this woman that had been so head strong when I met her was now shy and walking on egg shells. I felt bad for hurting her. I felt bad for taking her confidence away."Sarah? You OK?"Sarah nodded but then began to cry.I sidled over to her and put an arm around her and held her as she sobbed."You said. She hated letting people down. I wasn't having it."You two are going to be the worst fucks of Matthew's life!" I announced. Although making assumptions based on what I knew of the dishwasher would suggest that Gwen lying there like a dead fish while praying to some decrepit elder god for the annihilation of our species would be the best night of Matthew's life. Even if the prayers were answered, "C'mon! Smile! You're going to have sex! Make it awesome!" We don't know for certain that sex--".