No, this time she would do it. This was the time she had been waiting for.She had a three-day lay over in Chicago and she did not have any other fello...workers to worry about checking up on her. This was a service and she had nothingto worry about. She was not going to go back to the hotel and do it by herself,she wanted and needed someone else, maybe even two or three people to be there,doing it, guiding her, encouraging her, forcing her. Yes, today she was notturning back. Very pretty young. I needed to think. Perhaps there were other ways I couldclear my writers block? Other writers did it without resorting to magic!I found myself sitting on a bench in the park, not far from my apartment.Looking out over the park often helped me clear my mind.I watched a couple of women pass by. I?m not ashamed to admit I?d usuallylook at them in the way most guys would. But now I found myself thinkingabout what it must be like to be them. A blonde jogging in tight runninggear, showing off every. Perplexed, Peter gave Chuck a quizzical smile, before nodding yes.“What time does your shift end?” Chuck inquired.“Eleven… eleven-thirty… at the latest,” Peter stammered.“Cool,” Chuck replied. “May I ask you a great favour?”“No problem, sir,” Peter responded.“When your shift ends would you mind delivering three cognac glasses to our suite?” Chuck replied, holding up the tag displaying the number of their compartment.“No… not at all, sir,” Peter replied.“Great,” Chuck answered. “We have a bottle. What was I doing? I was watching. I alternated between taking pictures and stroking my hard dick. I had taken so many pictures. Close ups of my wife sucking Stevie’s cock, of him penetrating her, fucking her. Although that's not strictly true. I know my wife and she was using him, using his cock for her pleasure and whatever he thought, she was fucking him. Trust me, there’s a difference as I’ve seen men fuck her.Stevie was very much taking his time with my wife and she must have been enjoying.