"I brought a mug of chocolate for you , Simon. You'll be feeling a bit neglected here on your own. Now drink it up right away and I'll take it back do...n." I thought there was no reason she could not have picked up the mug the day after, but I drank it fast and handed it back to her. Something was not quite right. She seemed slightly apprehensive, but she smiled when I had finished. "Now Simon, why don' t you get ready for bed? See you tomorrow."She was right. It was getting late and I had. “You are a sweet sweet girl.” I said this to her, then realised that she was so far gone in pre-climatic bliss that my words were barely registering with her at all. I drew the words on her clitoris, using my cunnilingus braille to tell her how delicious, how special, how tasty, how beautiful she was. I watched her legs and hips thrust and buck from the bed in jerking spasms that resembled the goldfish that I had left outside of its bowl, and continued to eat her out. By now all that was coming. ‘I’ve only been here a few minutes. I was a little early …’ ‘You can’t be. There is no early or late for you here.’ My God, my heart almost explodes every time he says such sweet things! ‘You’re sweet.’ ‘And you’re too far away. Come over here.’ As I walk to him slowly, I untie the belt and remove my eggshell white cable knit sweater. I toss it upon his chair and make it to his arms before he can comment. With his hands on my hips, he holds me tightly and gently kisses my cheek and then neck.. Yes. But where are we going, your place or mine?” I was finally able to communicate.“Right here. Let’s check out these rooms.”With that she helped me up and we went to the first door. She knocked, then put her ear to the door. She shook her head and we moved onto the second door. She didn’t knock this time, just put her ear to the door.“Oh my God! Here. Listen,” she beckoned me closer.My ear was met with the undeniable sounds of some pretty rough sex. It sounded like more than just one.