His head swam from the alcohol he'd drunk, and his long thick cock seeped with desire from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her...smoothly warm skin. His massively rigid penis jerked, jumping as though it was ready to spew its churning white seminal fluid right now. Once more he drove his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling erotic excitement through him.The thought of what lay before. You begin to ponder if it was a good idea at all, you don’t want to be slowed down. Maybe you can handle it? She might not be here much longer anyway. Or is this going to start wearing on you? You’re unsure.As you wonder to yourself you see John walk past the office window which looks out over the main office hall, clearly trying to hide her dejection from the others out there with her head held low. The door opens and she walks in, you can’t help but admire her looks momentarily. She is young,. " Holmes paused, interrupted by a loud metallic squeal, "Come Hove, we have arrived, and the Randolph Hotel awaits us."Bernadette Machin busied herself, as she hated to be unproductive. The feather duster flicked efficiently across the reception desk. Distracted she paused."Gentlemen may I be of service?" Good evening Madam, I trust you have a reservation for myself and my colleague. I wired the information ahead, Holmes & Hove of London?" Indeed, welcome to the Randolph, Oxfords finest hotel.. He entered his kitchen with a dozen roses and called out for his wife. Everything seemed normal except for a note on the kitchen table. It read: ‘When I hurt you, it was my insensitivity, ignorance, distrust, blindness, fear. I wasn’t malicious, cruel, calculating, or unfaithful. I made you suffer needlessly, thoughtlessly, stupidly, I wish you would have let me spend a lifetime in atonement. When you hurt me, it was deliberate, calculated, cruel, indifferent, cold. You are malicious,.