Despite having spewed gobs of cum out on the jetty, I had recovered and was displaying a prominent erection under the towel that was wrapped around my...waist. I dropped the towel as I walked toward the bed, my shaft waggling back and forth; Sarah pulled the covers back, inviting me to join her. The delicate aroma of Sarah’s lavender soap rose up and enveloped me, adding to my need for her, body and soul. The room was cool with a hint of the dampness brought in by the thick fog, and only partly. ‘Courtesan’ invoked an air of class and nobility. ‘Prostitute’ sounded demeaning. ‘A working girl, Jeri,’ I explained. ‘A legal one. Nevada. Years ago. She called herself Fyre — with a ‘y’. I never learned her real name.’ ‘Oh,’ she said nodding. Fyre was a nice lady who loved pleasuring men and women alike and found she could make a good living at it. I wondered where she was. ‘Sorry to disappoint you,’ I said. ‘Oh, I’m not disappointed, George’ she said. ‘I can’t criticize you. Hell, I lost my. Throwing back her head Christine toasted Ben with an emphatic, “Well, to us and may Gerd go to hell!” She emptied her glass with a gulp.Keeping the bottle out of sight but well in reach, Christine leaned back in her chair and told Ben about her grievance. The hotel was too small to afford a night-porter. The entrance door had an electronic lock and – as Ben had learned - could be opened with a code of numbers. These were given to guests who planned to return late. But there was also an. And another. And then I gently pushed my tongue inside of her. Cary shuddered. I opened my mouth and latched onto her as I pushed my tongue inside of Cary, searching for her clit. She gasped and almost fell backwards. My tongue found it. My tongue flicked, massaged, and rubbed her clit. She couldn’t speak. She moaned, making “ooo” and “aaahhh” sounds, and occasionally softly uttering “Oh God,” “My God,” “Fuuuck,” “Oh Mr. Forte!”I stood up and lifted her up by the ass. My cock had.