When Misty returned to the office. Mom was about to melt down. She tried every technique she could think of. To entice the men sexually. She was about...to give up, and was assuming that they were gay. That was until Misty came to the doorway. Standing there looking sexy. In a gray crop top, that her luscious, busty tits bulged from. It was short enough to expose her pierced navel. Her tight jeans were molded to her wide hips and thick thighs perfectly. And was tucked neatly in to her high heeled. " She stopped to ask, "You don't feel overwhelmed with too much sex, do you?" No way! Bring it on!" Good. Sex and love are closely entwined, and in my opinion one can't get too much of either. Anyway, please spy on us. Once you feel the time is right, 'accidentally' discover us there. Your story should be that you skipped church and you've come looking for me. Then we'll play it by ear. I've noticed you've gotten good at that, so keep it up, big guy." She reached down to his shorts and squeezed. Again, the woman's face was obscured by her hair. The third picture showed the woman splayed out on the rug with her legs wide open. Her pubis was completely exposed showing a glistening wetness coating the puffy labia. Her face was turned to the side toward the back of her shoulder. The hair did not hide the face but the scant profile from her ear to her cheek did not give any hints about the woman's identity. As he feasted his eyes on the images he opened the audio file. He recognized the. Chloe turned to the window and bit her lip in guilt. If only he knew . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Luke held his hands over Chloes eyes for the last few precious moments in the hotel. He could feel her tensed with anticipation, and he opened the door, finally removing them. Tada! He said grandly as he showed her the room. Her mouth gaped. The room was beautiful! It was entirely red with swirly black carpeting and was massive! It had a large, king size.