I didn't know it would feel like this. He pulled me into a rest room and shoved me to the ground. "Please, I don't want to do this," I s...id finally looking at him. He wore a ski mask. He ripped his gloves off with his teeth and started unbelting and unbuttoning his fly, awkwardly with a gun in his hand. I tried to get up and he immediately kicked me. "You just shut the fuck up," he said low and pointed the gun at me. "Put your mouth on it slut." "Please I. "Still, don't worry about it. Not really a big deal. And you looked great." "I looked great? Or my nipples did?" she asked wryly. I thought about the question for a moment and before slowly replying, "Both." Emma laughed and gently placed a hand on my forearm. Emma Watson was touching my arm. It's strange how something so innocent could feel so good. It only lasted for a moment though. She quickly reached for her champagne glass again and took another sip. And a few moments of silence, Emma. “Phil, you’re losing your touch. I figured you’d have a hand in her snatch by the time we hit the highway.”“That’s why I took off my panties this time,” Katelyn remarked.“Be good,” Phil muttered.“I saw you checking out my knockers,” Katelyn said. “Face it; you’re riding home with three sexy broads. We know and now you know it, too.”She winked at Phil but slapped his hand when he playfully reached across the seat toward her crotch.“We are going to set SouthPointe on fire!” Tiffany said. “Wait. Judging by the absence of other cars, he thought he might be the only tenant tonight, not that it bothered him.He grabbed his umbrella beside him and by the time he got out of the driver's side, he opened up his umbrella. He took out his bag from the backseat, and then rushed towards where the front entrance of the hotel was. He didn't get as wet as getting cold from the night air.He pushed open the patio doors and walked inside, entering the front lobby. He saw where the umbrella stack was a.