She wasn’t going to let this conversation end quickly. I looked over at the clock next to the TV and it say 2:34. I counted the hours of sleep, minu... check out time, plus showers. “You there." She asked. I turned and looked at her. She was so breathtaking, her hands under her head, her lips pouty and her eyes relaxed. Her hair was behind her and white tee shirt tight against her body. “I’m here.” “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, my boyfriend and I were arguing before I left, he. I nervously pulled his waist band down and his cock fell out, semi erect. I was surprised at the grey pubic hairs but his cock drew me in like a magnet. As he hung before me, I ran my tongue from the head of his cock to the base. He tasted different than I had imagined, but I found I loved the taste. I then ran the tip of my tongue along the edge of his cocks head, feeling every ridge and bump. I wanted this and was going to enjoy it! I then took his whole cock into my mouth and immediately. She hoped he would let her come soon. It was beginning to boil inside her. Her mind was hazy with the need to explode. Michael slowed to help her control it and once he felt her cool, he started again hard and fast. This time as he felt her near he growled, Beg for what you want slave. Silk was almost out of her mind so it took a lot of control to speak, Please Master, she panted. Please let me come. Michael liked her panting. Pounding into her even harder he said, Come now slave, and felt her. "What do you think Dee feels?" She returned his smile and they both looked at me. There was so much to say, so much to feel; I remembered it all, staring at them, imprinting the night on my memory, every touch, every sensation, every new line crossed. My eyes went back and forth between them, and I felt myself smiling. "What, you goon?" Jeff teased, "Don't just sit there, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Spill it." I still can't believe it," I finally managed. "It was so..." I searched my mind.