“…but I’ll come talk to you about that later,” Hank finished saying. “Our room is ready?”The clerk handed Hank a card. “Here is your r...om key,” he said. “Everything is set. Hope you enjoy your stay and thank you for choosing us!”“Here you go, hon,” Hank said as he turned to Virginia. “Room 413. I’ll park the car and be up with our luggage in a jiff. Maybe run a bath?” He pecked her on the cheek.Virginia noticed he was flush with some kind of excitement. Maybe the hotel had some girls. In all those years one had never gone anywhere without the other. This journey of hers would be no different. He had made time to prepare. Papers were on the table and instructions were handwritten next to them. He crawled into bed alongside her and felt the familiar comfort of her form as he molded himself against her. The bitter taste in his mouth tried to be a distraction but he swallowed hard and pushed it out of his mind. He wiped a strand of hair from her face and gave her the final of so. This seemed to wake him up and he immediately went to work caressing me, firstly gently but quickly harder and more decisively. He traced a path from my clit down my lips, teasing my pussy, just enough to keep his touch wet before returning to my clit again. He repeated this action growing steadily faster and harder. Through each cycle the pressure built and he rubbed my clit harder and longer. With his other hand he held the back of my neck and pulled me tightly to his mouth, our tongues. Addressing Larwint, I said, "I will not insult your devotion to clan and duty by asking you if you agree to this, but by human law and custom, and my personal beliefs, I must know if you accept it. If you do not, then you will not be required to submit to this."It was hard to tell if Larwint was stunned at the 'violation' of protocol, or at the concept of being asked her opinion. In any event, she quickly and calmly replied, "I accept it, my lord. You and your clan are highly regarded among us,.