She was now making such loud noises that anyone in any of the adjacent hotel rooms might call the front desk, concerned that someone was being hurt. I...got off the bed and grabbed the towel and returned to Ellie. She knew without my having to tell her, why I had grabbed the towel, and eagerly opened her mouth so she could bite down on the towel to muffle her noises. I used the feather on Ellie’s clit and pussy for a while longer, and if clutching at the bed sheets and continuous muffled noises. “Be patient, I’m not done with you yet…” he whispered in her ear and moved his mouth over her chest.“You know I'm not patient,” she smiled as his lips and tongue slipped between her breasts, making their way lower to her stomach.She felt his fingers at the top of her shorts as his mouth moved lower. She could feel his hot breath through the fabric of her shorts as he made his way lower. She reached down and undid her shorts, pushing at them to get them off, but he grabbed her hands and held. “But I think the best thing to do is wait and see, if she doesn’t call rape on you when you see her next I would get down on your hands and knees and beg her for forgiveness, maybe then she won’t come after you.” Mom and I just sat there thinking about everything. The mood for sex was kind of over even with porn playing on the TV, Mom got up and kissed me goodnight saying that she needed to think over some things alone and that I should sleep in my own bed tonight. This told me that she was. I moaned lightly. I could feel that familiar tingling deep in my pussy, I smiled at myself and felt my clit stiffen as I remembered the lady at the news stand who looked me up and down as I approached the counter. She was about my mothers age 42, and a blonde like me. I was wearing my super tight white jean shorts that show of my tight ass and the crease of my cunt. I dropped the book on purpose and turned to pick it up parting my legs to give her a good look at my pussy outlined in the crotch.