Nice. Smooth. Sensuous, flirtatious, but not too much too soon. He opened the door for me, a real gentleman, then walked around the car and got in and...started the car. I wasn’t sure what to talk about, so I began by asking him what he did. He told me he was a FedEx driver, that he was married, that his wife doesn’t much like sex anymore, but that they had kids, so he wouldn’t leave. I respected that, and understood why he was with me, and that he wanted someone who wasn’t going to make him feel. So I dropped my jeans and pants to my ankles, and started stroking myself. She turned her head quickly down to my cock, and started sucking furiously. She looked up at me with my cock filling her gob and said “ gli’ve glnever glosucked glcock glbefore”. What she lacked in ability, she made up for in effort. After a few minutes I decided to undress her. We stood naked, I turned her and bent her over the arm of the sofa. Going down onto my knees I rammed my face between her arse cheeks, lashing. A guard asked us, "What the hell do you want. You're not supposed to be able to transport here." Chalk it up to luck and let us in," I said."Not a chance! I'll lose my job if I do that! Now get out of here!"Such chatter doesn't impress me, but it does annoy me. I shot the guard with a 24-hour stun and asked Julia to open the gate for us. She cut off the lock, but the gate still wouldn't open, so she cut the main gate supports and it fell open. She was about to step forward when Jim yelled,. Lemonade OK?”“Sure.”I led her to the ‘Indian’ room then went to the kitchen to get lemonade for her and San Pellegrino with lime for me. I took them back to the ‘Indian’ room, handed Leigh her glass, then shut the door. I put an instrumental CD with Indian music into the boombox and turned it on. I lit a stick of incense, and then moved over to the floor cushions where Leigh and I sat down, cross-legged, facing each other.“I like this room,” she said.“A friend of mine helped me decorate it.