I tried for nonchalant. “Sure. Use your debit card.”I was telling myself that massages weren’t any more or any less likely to start them fucking...each other. That’s what I told myself.Darrel Clemson strode into the Marriott lobby ten minutes ahead of time. Birdy had let me know his ETA and the police were ready. He broke into a huge smile when he spotted me sitting with Sergeant Finch, “You’re here!”The good sergeant flipped open her ID case, the badge centered in the bottom half. “You’re under. Applying more of cream over my nipples & navel, he attacked my nipples like a hungry child and his lip service was just amazing and my body shook uncontrollably, especially when he deep-sucked the nipples like a vacuum and released them suddenly. I did not dream that he would be such a passionate, erotic lover, filled with desires. He laid me on the sofa, buried his face into the crotch, sniffing everywhere. This tickled me and I was writhing in pleasure. He held my 5″ stiff rod and was. My husband walks back to our car as the stranger is getting in his. My husband unlocks our car and we both get in. I ask him what is happening he smiles and says “You’ll see, were going to follow his car, it’s about fifteen minutes drive, is that O.K.”I answer in the affirmative although I’m a little nervous of where we are going and what may be in store when we reach our destination. Soon we are off the main roads and twisting and turning down a country lane, although I am a little. I did, didn't I?"Jonas nodded, "Yes. Now, if you two will excuse me, I lost an hour on this stupid spreadsheet already." As he was shooing them out of his office, he said, "Again, it's nice to meet you, Dawn. Thank you for figuring out the spreadsheet thing." Once they were out of the office, he closed the door behind them.Dawn giggled, "I thought you said he was scary." I know," said Marigold, "He was mellow and vaguely befuddled. I wonder if he's got low blood sugar or something." Then, as if.