I saw your picture in Newsday. You’re a basketball–no, hockey player. For the Islanders?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Shit, no wonder you cleaned up those ba...tards there.’ ‘I toldja, I’m a thug on ice skates. Now if this was like what I was told it should be, you’d be twentyone, and have honey-blonde hair, blue eyes and a beautiful toned body. I’d be young too, maybe twentythree, just come up to the NHL, with electric blue eyes and long blond hair like Hypo de Comminges….’ ‘Who the fuck is Hippo de communng?’. Roughly tugging them with his teeth, as his tongue flicked makes me whimper. I watch him with an intense glare. I want more, I need more, and I beg for it. I want him so much it drives me crazy. His mouth never moving, teasing me still he dips two fingers into the chocolate before making his way between my thighs. The creaminess of his fingers glide overly my slick pussy, I gasp and let myself feel him run his fingers over my clit. The mix of my juices and the chocolate glide well together, he. And she moaned with pleasure. As I licked and felt her tits, she started rubbing my pussy trough my panties. It felt like heaven, I was getting so wet and horny I could barley concentrate on her tits. Then she kissed me again. On the mouth, then my neck, down towards my tits. Then she licked my nipples again, before moving further down. She kissed my belly and stopped as she reached my panties. Then smiling, she slowly drew my panties down. She looked at my naked body for a few moments. And. I continued to telecommute from the hotel, spending most of the daylight hours working in my room. The first day I went to lunch in the hotel's secondary restaurant—the better one only opened in the evenings—to let housekeeping do its thing; the second I decided to hell with it and just told them to come in and work around me as I sat at the desk.I was actually able to get some fairly productive hours in without the usual interruptions and distractions of the office. Susan stayed with me, but.